Weekend in Fes

Honey Cooperatives!

My camera died a few pictures into Fez. Apparently it didn't charge :(

Fes was awesome! Alex and I couch surfed. We stayed at an American English teacher's apartment, who was spending the year in Fes with her 17-year old son, Naveen. All of her other six children (yes, six!) had been abroad, so she said one day, "Hey, Naveen. How would you like to go to China next year?" He said ok. Unfortunately China didn't work out because they didn't want any more English teachers, so they went to Morocco instead.

The first morning, Jennifer treated us to huge oatmeal pancakes, and introduced me to a new spice I fell in love with called Ras al-Hanout (does the last word sound familiar? It should!). In the olden days, Ras al-Hanout was made from all the spices that spilled on the floor. The owners would simply sweep up all the spices at the end of the day, and voila! Ras al-Hanout. Now, the mixture of spices is created more hygienically (or so they say). It is a blend of various spices,the taste unique to the city. Fes apparently has a famous sort of Ras al-Hanout. I treasure the bit of it I got. I thought I lost it and was pouting for the last hour until I discovered it, hiding from me behind the salon pillows.