So apparently drinking out of a spring/stream/pool of water on Sunday may have been a bad idea. Or maybe the salad we ate, collected by my host mother from the picnic spot wasn't the way to go.
Moroccans have all sorts of great folk remedies and beliefs about illness. Firstly, eating strawberries is really good for settling your stomach. And when you can hear somebody having a great time in the bathroom (conveniently located across from the kitchen), you should serve them balls of fried fish simmered in oil with hot peppers and some oranges for dessert. Another good one is raw meat should be rubbed down with salt and vinegar and left on the counter for a few days. Or cold feet will lead to infertility. Or heated milk is good for digestive disorders. Anyway, I went against the grain and just had my usual plate of olive oil for breakfast and took 6 pills by 10 am. Got me through the worst of it. Fortunately my allergies have not abated so I can cruise through the day loaded up on antihistamines without feeling anything. And I smell awesome. Been searching for deodorant that's not 25% aluminum and bought some toothpaste with big black lettering on it notifying the consumer that it's manufactured by ALCA Chemical Corporation, Pakistan. Other than the health, doing good. Here's some more photos from the countryside
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| wheat. very exciting |
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| i decided to make this picture really big |
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| unknown town |
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| attempts at art |
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| park in sefrou |
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| this is the occupy Sefrou movement. not kidding. not even a little bit. |
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