I could not very well upload any photographs while living in homestay part two due to one blasted internet stick.  Here you go, about a month and a half later.  Rabat and swear-in time...

Good riddance, Fés.  

He really does love me. 

Pretty sure Ron went to the talent show only because there was working internet on the 8th floor.

Only bad kids sneak onto the roof.

Sanjay and Josh looking pretty Jinn-like.  

Just me and my language training group plus one teacher.  

Mark is my favorite.  He loves watching Prime Minister's Questions as much as I do. 

Courtney is my other favorite.  She likes to bsssHHHAaaa things.

The ambassador and his wife ordering a meal.

A gosh-darned jellaba rainbow + David.  

Sanjay still seems to look like a Jinn.  

Daisies only grow at the gov compound.  Probably because they have a library there.

Same with pansies.  Oh look how handsome my husband is!

And one of me.  Hi.  

I'm just going to post some words now because for some reason this post is long and full of a bunch of empty space after posting these pictures, so do do do da do, how dee do all you fine folk?  I hope you like my somewhat new blog.  I hope you enjoy it more than that old headache.  I don't know what I am typing still because I think that there is still empty space below this blather.  Let's look...

Oh and guess what!  I am back!  For good.  No more attention to be given to that old wordpress turd pie on which I was posting all about my time in Morocco.  Wordpress blowwwwwws.  I mean it.  One cannot simply post images all pretty-like in a row from a flickr URL.   And it sure is slow.  And I say no!

This here blog and I go way back, and my heart would just about break if I abandoned it which I nearly did for a few months there.

Hello again, dear friends.

AHHHH!!! Mudirs in Rabat.  Mine is the tall one in the back next to Carlos that resembles the terminator.

Oh hey!  I'm not dead!  Again!

But yeah, Morocco.  UGHHHHHHHHHHH.  You sure are the needy smothery boyfriend I never had.

We have wifi in Morocco.  It's so exciting, but here, I am going to BITCH and complain that it is going too slow for my liking on this fine Saturday morning.

Oh darn-it to hell, I must leave the house sometime this morning, walk through a dusty field in order to buy a couple of bananas.  It's so hard having nothing to do.  Actually, I find it hard to have to decide which movie to watch or whether or not I just want to read.

I kind of want to sneak out and buy a table and chairs.  I just need a place where I don't have to sit Indian-style, where I can perhaps get the ball rolling on these grad school applications. Okay.  MOOOOOAAAAANNNN.

Harbor Springs in winter time.  My favorite.  You better miss me.

I am cranky today, and I was also cranky yesterday.  I think it was cause I had a dream that I was walking around Harbor, and the houses were all lit, and it was snowy, and I missed it.  A lot.  Also, I do not like waking up with headaches.  These headaches are most likely caused by too much bread eating and not enough vegetable nutrients cause, you know, when you slow cook fully-peeled veggies for like an hour, you're really not eating anything, and later on they don't really like to come out if you know what I mean.  Crankiness is not having any sort of control over my physical well-being.

I dream about the following...

spinach
kale
really any raw vegetable
pizza
beer
clean cuddly dogs
sriracha and egg and rice
movie marathons
personal space
digestion

I suppose that's about it at the moment.

Don't get me wrong.  Things are fine and dandy, and I am chuggin' along.  Love.

And this is why it is going to be a Scotland holiday in 2013.  After a time or few in Spain.  Travel is easy when living in L'Magrib.  

We found Chewbacca near a kasbah in Rabat.