skoon bezzef.

What might you do  in Fes when the temp soars to 111 degrees and you have a four-day weekend?

You could watch the cats stroll through the lobby.

You could wash all of your dirty clothes in the tub.

Since your room is cool, the clothes won’t dry as fast as you think they should.  You could stuff unmentionables in a mesh bag and hang them out your window.

You could do your homework.  Fuqaash Adnoo saferoo L Sbanya?  Keefash bgheetee atay?  Waash Aandek MiAad mAa shee waHed?

You could drink some orange juice.

You could go outside and walk in the garden just to experience what 111 degrees feels like.

Then you could come in and study some more.

You could decide that a short walk to McDonalds for dinner won’t be that bad, especially if you wear your not-quite-dry shirt.

You could decide not to go to the ATM, to the mall for ice cream, to the big fountain, to the medina (ESPECIALLY TO THE MEDINA) or anywhere else farther away than McDonalds.

You could end the day reading aloud from White Gold, because Thomas Pellow is almost freed from captivity after spending over 20 years of his life just miles from here.