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<\/a>On our way, our bus \u00a0stopped at a fossil factory where fossils were being discovered and then polished and made into various art objects. Nick has purchased several fossils through the years, \u00a0and he bought a \u00a0piece \u00a0here to add to his collection. \u00a0Jennifer and Andy bought a coffee table that would be shipped to their house in New York.<\/p>\nWe went to sleep looking forward to tomorrow’s camel ride.<\/p>\n 9.456 steps<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Although I \u00a0have described \u00a0in detail the food we ate in Morocco, I have said very little about what we \u00a0drank. Hassan arranged for coffee to be ready half an hour before breakfast each day. As for tea, Moroccan mint tea \u00a0is part of a ceremony. The server pours the tea into a small glass … Continue reading Morocco Tour, Day 8 \u2014 April 21, 2025<\/span> <\/a>Our next stop was at a camel enclosure, \u00a0at which the owner asked for a volunteer to milk a camel. Andy gave it a try. The owner offered the milk to anyone in our \u00a0group who wanted to drink it, but there were no takers.<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>Next, we stopped at a small bazaar in an oasis town for which we had a local guide. Nick was happy to find ice cream there. As for me, I’m always on the lookout for a pin for my hat. I found one, but it was broken.<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>We were split into groups of four, and each group was assigned to a “4 by 4” vehicle. I was expecting something like the pink jeeps in \u00a0Sonoma, but \u00a0these were enclosed \u00a0and even had air conditioning. Being that I didn’t need as much legroom as my three companions, I took the middle seat in the back. Nick was on my left, and Kathy, a retired educator from California, was on my right. We wondered how our drivers could find their way on sand and having no roads.<\/p>\n<\/a>Our desert encampment consisted of canvas tents that were about 15′ x 20′. Each one has doors and windows, \u00a0a shower and a toilet, and there was \u00a0air conditioning but no heat (the desert can get very cold at night). \u00a0Although the color scheme in each tent was different, \u00a0I noticed immediately that ours was turquoise and magenta. Many years ago, I asked the members of \u00a0my class of two-year-olds to tell us their favorite color. \u00a0Most of the \u00a0children said theirs was \u00a0red or green or another primary color. I was astounded by the answer of a boy named Alex, who replied that his favorite colors were turquoise and magenta. There I was, still amazed by Alex’ answer many years ago, \u00a0in a turquoise and magenta room in the Sahara Desert thousands of miles from our classroom back in Westport!<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>Before lunch we had a cooking demo and the food was served for lunch. Our lunch \u00a0consisted of a cold vegetable salad that contained cauliflower, beets, potatoes, beans, and \u00a0of course, olives. The main course was \u00a0“kofta” burgers made of spiced meat. They resembled small hamburgers; Tanner called them \u00a0sliders. They were served with fries. Dessert was fresh fruit.<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a>Later we all boarded our 4 by 4 vehicles and were driven out to the dwelling of a farmer whose father had been a nomad. He showed us his plantings, that included oak trees that produce cork, almond \u00a0and lemon trees, lot of herbs \u00a0including rosemary and thyme, and alfalfa. We were in the Sahara Desert, yet everything was lush and green! The farmer had eight children who helped \u00a0on the farm. Although he was getting on in years, he had no intention of retiring. He even demonstrated how well he could climb a tree!<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/div>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n