Unrealiable

UGH

UGH

UGH

Marrakech and Morocco were treating us well up until 2 days ago. First, we eat a restaurant (versus all the street vendors and non sanitary conditions we had been eating at), mistake number 1. Joe wakes up the next morning sick as ever and me not feeling great either and we therefore spend the entire day laying in bed because I can't really go out by myself for fear of being heckeled by Moroccans. BUMMER

So, we leave yesterday morning to take our train to Casablanca and then fly to Paris. Joe is still not great so we head to the airport five hours early. We then go to check in two hours early because that is the earliest and BAM, flight says ANNULE in big red letters. What does that mean? I don't know that word in French.

I DO NOW. CANCELLED. OUR FLIGHT TO PARIS WAS CANCELLED. No order, no lines just masses of people spewing in French and Arabic at the Easy Jet counter trying to get on different flights. Needless to day being English did not help our cause. We got on a night flight to Madrid today (5/28) but have no idea how we are going to get north from there because of train schedules and god knows what else. Charles De Gaulle went on strike yesterday causing the choas and our extra night in Casablanca. With no prospect of a hotel we called in reinforcements (Mrs. Torreano) because we had no internet and no way of finding a hotel. She came through and we had a restful night and now we will try to get to Brussels somehow as Paris is out of the pictures.

C'est la vie.

It could be worse. I know it could. But I still feel sad. I will be happy to reach European soil and we will take it from there. At least we are together and healthy (well sort of)

Love from Casablanca,

Grace and Joe