A Camel, Oils, and the Beach
After all the stress of my not having the use of a phone or being sure whether my beach day at Essaouira would even take place, Tuesday morning arrived, I said a prayer, and it happened. I woke up and was met by my driver from the airport Sunday at 9AM sharp. You all know I'm not a morning person so that time was insanely difficult but I managed, somehow. Love this graffiti After about an hour on the road, with Toufik pointing out argan, fig and olive trees, we stopped by a cafe and I finally got the coffee I'd been literally dying for. I also ordered an cheese omelet and while it wasn't your typical cheese omelet, it had cheese and what looked and tasted like a tortilla and it was so delicious. Yes coffee!! Cheese omelet tortilla goodness We got back on the road and after maybe another hour, we stopped at a traditional argan oil womens collective. The women, from a tribe called the Berbers, pick the argan seeds from the trees, grind them mortar and pest
