Sometimes Morocco Wins

This from one who rescued us after six taxis IN A ROW refused us a ride to the hospital to see our people.  We’ve taken taxis to the hospital at least three times.  But, nope.  Not today.

However, the Lord had a better plan and it was for us to meet sweet people and have fellowship in a shady corner praying for a little boy who is very, very sick.

I haven’t posted in a while because it’s difficult to write when emotions are high.  Things have settled down a bit, but we’re most likely leaving Fes on Monday so this may be it for a week or so.

Thank you for praying for E, and please continue.  He was feeling better today, but has a long road ahead.

Jim and I skipped out on the Groundhog Day breakfast at our hotel for the second morning and went for the coffee shop down the block.  The coffee is great, and so are the omelets.  Then, since we don’t usually go out to the hospital until early afternoon, we killed time walking along the “Champs-Elysees” of Fes, which was lovely —

Then to the store to pick up supplies for the family, then back to the hotel for a nap.  We had needed to add two more nights to our stay here, but the reception desk said they’d have to charge us 800 dirhams/night ($80).  (Unless, whispered the lady, you call this number in the morning and get your original rate..)  Didn’t quite understand what was going on, but also we weren’t looking forward to trying to explain the situation over the phone.

But, yay for bookingdotcom.  Got it, online, way way cheaper.

I was going to write about the street beggars who accost cars at stop lights and our shock when a group of  little entrepreneurs washed our dirty windows. At a stop light…they were quick and professional and we happily paid them dirhams.

And about the stranger who wanted her picture with me, the American lady.

Or the other one who talked to me very earnestly for a long time in Arabic.  Apparently she wanted to come home with me.

But, I’m tired, so I won’t.  Heh.

Thanks for reading.