On our way to Gibraltar we decided that it would be far easier and cheaper to stay the night somewhere and go to Morocco first thing the next morning. But since we had nothing but our passports and some euros we were grunging it. We stayed the night in a seedy port town and jumped on the ferry at 6 am!
First stop, the most ritz-y McDonalds I have every encountered! We sat by a huge window overlooking the bay and the ceilings were beautiful tile with little chandeliers.
We ended up purchasing so many goodies for our apartment that we had incredibly sore muscles by the time we got on the ferry that night. Depite the warnings of books like "The Sheltering Sky" and such, I would love to stay in Morocco for a very very long time.
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non-American McDonals are SO ritzy I am learning!
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