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April 2 –Casablanca, Morocco

Our Casablanca tour was scheduled for 7:45am. We got up at 6:30 and time to get dressed and I made a quick coffee run to the buffet. We remembered our tickets this time and were soon walking down a very steep ramp to the port. A crew member helped Carolyn and I used my cane and went slowly. On our bus we had a young woman from Costa and a guide. Once again the tour was in German and English. The Costa member told me when I asked that the guide was telling all of us the same thing, but it took much longer to say in German.

We got off the bus soon after we got on and began to walk through a closed market area. The stench was bad and there were huge (no exaggeration) piles of trash everywhere. Our guide kept apologizing and explained that the people slept late on Saturday and it would get better. We did see people sweeping but it was still not great. This was again a Kasbah, and I think slum might be a better translation. We walked a long way with very little to see. There were some cats wandering around but no where near the amount we saw in Tangier. Also these were thinner looking. I did see some well taken care of dogs, I even saw someone grooming their dog in a park.

We came to a wider, more modern area of shops, but nothing really caught anyone’s eye. Then we went into an olive market. The smell was wonderful and the variety of olives was amazing. There must have 50 barrels divided into several stalls. There was no competition, the owners just sat and smiled as we browsed.

When we left the shop we strolled through stores with “set” prices. I wanted a children’s book for my collection and I really needed sunglasses. I had left mine in the room and it was a pretty sunny day. We continued walking and Carolyn found a terrific, leather bag that she bought and plans to use it with her carry on when we go home. I finally found a bookstore and bought a darling book about farm animals. It is of course in Arabic and opens right to left.

Back on the bus we went to see the Kings palace and an older palace that was now a city building. Again the tile work and lanterns are so amazing. We saw some of the inside and the courtyard before we went on our way.

Around this time the guide took us to a restaurant to use the bathroom. There were two, one was a hole in the ground and the other was a toilet with a broken flusher and no toilet paper. The smell was pretty bad, but one must do what one must do.

We next took the bus to visit the Mosque, it is the largest in the world except for the one in Mecca. It was a beautiful place and covered a large area. The current King’s father had it built to honor Mohammed and to employ the citizens. 26 thousand workers were involved the entire time. Part of it was built over the sea. We strolled around for a while and then went back to the bus. One of our passengers was lost, her husband and the guide and the crewmember all went searching. We lost about 20 minutes before the lost woman realized she was on the wrong bus and came looking for us.

We stopped for a wonderful, beautiful, delicious lunch in a Morroccan Restaurant. We sat at round tables but due to the language barriers we did little beside smile at each other and signal for the passing of food. The first set of dishes, set out for us to share were a variety of salads. There were shredded orange slices with a light flavoring of some sort, beets, cucumber with tomato, mashed olives and a tasty, soft orange colored thing. It was all yummy and we ate it with bread. Next they brought a large dish of cous cous with vegetables and a huge dish with chicken and olives. Everyone helped serve and pass food around. It was so good. I ate strange sauces and loved every bite. When all the food was gone they put a large platter of thinly sliced oranges with cinnamon in the center of the table. They also brought small, tasty almond cookies. There were 8 of us and they brought 8 cookies, but one man, large and pushy and rude took two, so someone did not get a cookie.

When we left the restaurant we drove through the “California” part of Casablanca, where we saw many beautiful homes, we also drove along the shore and saw McDonalds, with a big, outdoor beach seating area.

I asked the guide if we were going to see Rick’s Café from the Casablanca movie and he said yes. We drove by and stopped for outside pictures. Of course the movie was filmed on a studio lot, but it was still fun.

We were supposed to go next to a handicraft area but had run out of time. The bus dropped off two couples who wanted to continue to stroll around and the rest of us went back to the ship.

We had to take the ramp to walk up and a crew member assisted Carolyn, she looked very regal as she walked up on his arm. We went though x-ray, something we do each time we return to the ship.

Carolyn and I went back to our room to relax before dinner and we both napped. I did stroll up to the buffet to see if the ice cream machine was working. After asking daily someone finally told me it was by the “other” pool. I went in search, and found it, it is a vending machine. I got a Magnum bar for Carolyn and a drumstick for me. It was lovely. We also discussed our future tour plans and decided to book the tour of Lisbon for Monday but will do Cadiz on our own tomorrow. I also agreed it was foolish to not do the Rome tour and planned to sign up.

At 5:30 we went to deck 3 to await the 6:00 opening of the tour office. Carolyn walked over to the hospitality desk to get a copy of her bill. We are finding the billing VERY confusing and plan to go over it carefully before we leave the ship. As soon as someone got into the excursion line I got behind them and quickly behind me were another 20 people. A lady cut into the front, but the two people she cut off said nothing. I ordered for the Lisbon tour for each of us and the Rome tour for me.

Once this was all taken care of, we went into dinner. We did not know what the others were doing since we are in port until 10pm but soon Emmett and Andrea appeared and the girls a bit later. Larry and Linda had gone to Marikesch and did not get back. I had the special salted cod, a cheese plate and chocolate icecream. The cod was only so-so, very saucey, so I also got French fries, which I shared with Emmet. As usual, our group was the last to leave the dinning room, we all get along so well. Courtney and Keynae and Carolyn and I are going to taxi to Cadiz together tomorrow, we will meet around a 11 when the ship docks. Tomorrow is also the day Keynae will compete for the “VOICE OF THE SEA” contest and we will all be there cheering her on.

It is now 10pm and we are relaxing in our room. Carolyn is playing a game and I am typing away. I also downloaded my photos to the computer, but will post when I have a decent connection.

In our opinion, Tangier is more sophisticated than Casablanca and we all liked it better, but Barcelona, for Carolyn and I was the place we liked least.

Tomorrow – Cadiz, Spain

Our Trip Begins

March 25: On our way

Terry drove us to the airport. We picked up Carolyn at 6pm. We had a brief visit with Carl and then were on our way. We were able to car pool on the way over and then Terry luckily had no traffic on the way home. Terry wanted to park and help us with our luggage, but that proved impossible. So we just stopped in the Bradley lot and got a luggage cart and said our goodbyes.

We looked into a seat change at the airport but nothing better was available. We had already paid $32 to switch to a row with only 2 seats, so that’s what we kept.

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At Bradley Intl.

In the terminal we quickly went through security, though Carolyn had her luggage searched. Back in our shoes we had coffee and I had a cookie while we chatted and waited. There was a wonderful art installation in sight and it was so fun to watch. It was a series of posts with screens on them and each country that used the airport had a few minutes of decoration on the screens. My favorite was the one from Santiago, it was the neck and a bit of the body of a guitar and the strings vibrated each time a note played.

At about 9:15 we went to our gate, visited the ladies room a few times and watched a huge growing line of passengers standing, but for no apparent reason. Finally I checked at the desk, and we did need to line up, but in a much less crowded section. In less than 5 minutes we boarded.

We sat in seats 44K and when I got there a lady was there. I told her it was my seat, she said she was using it to find stuff for her little girl, and nicely asked if I would wait. I did. When she finally moved. We stowed our luggage and I sat by the window. Carolyn got the aisle seat and had an entire seats worth of room next to her. Having only 2 seats is great.

We both took something to help us sleep and then played around with the various movies and other things available on our seat screens when, to our amazement, they served us dinner at midnight local time. Carolyn had chicken with rice, she got the last one. I got pasta in lobster sauce which I did not eat. There was also a grain salad of some sort that was good. The bread was good and the applesauce was tolerable. I ignored the brownie, bleh.

After they cleared all the dishes, they dimmed the lights and we went to sleep, sort of. Carolyn slept fairly well, I am not sure if I slept or not. I felt like I was awake the entire time, but it’s hard to tell.

We both got up at about 5:30am California time. We went to freshen up a bit and I got suddenly so cold I was shaking. The steward (our section has all men) gave me some coffee and worriedly checked the temp, but I told him I was ok, just reacting to being tired.

Back at our seats we sipped coffee and tried to play solitare on the screen, but it required more button pushing that either of us could stand, so we gave up. Carolyn played a game on her ipad for a while and I am typing.

We had breakfast on the plane, some sort of egg sandwich, but there were mushrooms in the same container, I did not eat them. The orange juice was yummy and the coffee was decent.

Once on the ground we got off the plane fairly quickly. The lady in the row in front of us was searching for a lost ring, so she was still there when we left.

Our luggage is going to Genoa without us, but even so, security made me throw my water away, even though I had to have been through security to get to where the next one was. Oh well.

We took a shuttle a long way to terminal 2-G and are not waiting for our 90 min. flight to Genova on HOP Regional. Once there a driver will pick us up (we hope) and take us to the hotel.

We are tired, but happy and excited.

Carolyn says she is very tired but it is well worth it.