I’d been waking up to a lovely breeze every morning here in Marrakesh. Sure the breeze didn’t last all day but it did faithfully come back to accompany me through the night.
Much to my delight!
I hoped it would last. Alas, it didn’t.
After a brief family reunion in Rabat, I came back to sandstorms and debilitating heat. I checked my calendar; it was officially summer here in Marrakesh, Morocco, Africa.
Surely, that was to be expected.
Surely, surely, all I want to eat is salad.
Other refreshing summer salads.