(image via John Champlain’s weblog)
Everyone who knows me knows i suffer from insomnia but refuse to take medication for it. It’s not only out of fear for potential dependency on it; i don’t like to take medication or supplements of any kind, not even vitamins. I just try to eat healthily and opt for natural remedies whenever possible. But desperate times call for desperate measures, so for bouts of severe insomnia, i take melatonin, or when i happen to be sick, too, ridiculous amounts of acetaminophen, neither of which helps at all. They actually make it worse by making me even sleepier but not helping me fall asleep. My usual causes of insomnia are:
1. overusing my mind
- Fes – 1) bus tour of the town. 2) walking tour of the Fes el Bali medina. 3) cooking demonstration at a riad
- Volubilis (ancient Roman ruins)
- Rabat – quick drive-through and lunch
- Meknès – Les celliers de Meknès, a winery
- Kenitra – bus tour with lecture by Ibn Tofaïl University professor
- Casablanca – quick drive-through and pit stop at the Hassan II Mosque
- Marrakech – the Djemaa el Fna market square
Lively is the first word that comes to mind when i think about Morocco. It is called the land of contrasts, with its tall mountains and flatland, volcanic rock and sand, cedar and eucalyptus, cars and donkeys, jilbāb and western clothing, sunshine and fog. Orange and olive trees lined every street, with some beautiful jacaranda and eucalyptus trees dotting the village. There were cats everywhere, some wandering through medina alleyways, others napping in the afternoon sun. Stray dogs trotted around the village in small packs, rummaging for food. Donkeys grazed on the hills under the sweltering sun. Arabs, Berbers, mixed Arab-Berbers, Jews, and some French went about the town, speaking Arabic and French, carrying plastic bags in their hands and baskets on their heads, and riding bikes, donkeys, cars, and motorcycles. Everywhere you look, whether it’s an isolated alley or a busy street, there is life, and it is colorful.
I leave tomorrow for a school trip to Morocco, and when i come back, i’ll be busy writing a report on said trip, moving into my new dorm, and preparing for my internship, so i might not be able to post much of anything until the week of the 26th. Not sure what to expect on the trip, but i’m nervous to say the least, seeing as the last time i went on a school trip like this one, i slept maybe a total of five hours the entire week and threw up nonstop the last two days.
I guess i’ll just aim for coming back in one piece.
When i was a kid, i used to point at random cars and go, “That one looks sad! That one looks like a racoon! That one’s got doe eyes!” I was referring to the “faces” of the cars, with the headlights for the eyes, the license plate for the nose/snout, and the grille for the mouth.
The 1999 Ford Taurus always looked like a laughing baby to me:
Look at that smooth brow, bubbly eyes, and wide grin. Compare its cuteness to the viciousness of the 2008 Honda Accord: