The Thing About Expectations...

The dream is alive! Welcome to another blog post. Lots has happened since our last post.

Our last night in London was spent drinking beers of the world (including a Moroccan variety) with our hosts Sara and Nikki and our good English friends Rob and Charlie. The night actually never ended (what Charlie would call a "through") as we caught a 2am bus then a 6am flight to Marrakech, Morocco.

We made it!! Our first day in Africa. On the bus ride to the central market we were in full preparation given our expectations of a world of ridiculousness; flying monkeys, sizzling snakes, tantalizing tagines and one million people yelling. Then we arrived. A huge half empty square crawling with middle aged european vacationers in full traditional travel attire. But in fairness, we did see a monkey.

The square did liven up at night when no fewer than 100 portable food stalls materialized all serving the exact same menu. Walking through every tout tried in dubious sincerity to convince us that their stall was superior to all the others. After choosing one somewhat arbitrarily, we sat down to a tasty but overpriced and meagre meal. Expectations of wonderful cuisine were not met but the market was in splendid full swarm... 1 for 2 isn,t bad!

Morning after this culinary disappointment and we were on a mission. And success! Not two blocks outside of the central market we enjoyed two wonderful meals both totaling less than the price of a pint at the Coppertank. Deep fried fish, warm bread and sauce, lentil and chickpea soup, and the ubiquitous mint tea all washed down with a sizzlingly hot sugar coated doughnut. Oooh yeah!

The thing about expectations is to keep them in check until you,re done exploring. We,re taking this lesson straight to the fried fish bank.

Love from Dan and Evan