No wind, 25°C - tourism will pick up with the Easter holidays and we have this lovely guesthouse to ourselves. The sun rises late and so do we.
After breakfast on the rooftop terrace we spend a couple of hours reading the many greetings, Hans received for his big birthday. We have no other plans than supper with our hosts, Sven (French of Swedish origin) and Leila, who is French-Maroccan.
Since I fell in the staircase in Brussels on 12 December, I have been handicapped and (almost) unable to walk. Young Mohamed, who is a multitask Maroccan employee at the guesthouse, had noticed my sad condition and recommends treatment by a local ‘healer’.
The healer comes to the guesthouse, makes a short olive oil massage and finishes with 3 ‘brutal’
pullings and twistings before obtaining - vupti - the click, that puts my hip bones back in place. He claims to have received this particular knowledge from Allah and he doesn’t want payment. An
situation. After consulting our host, I end up paying 100 Dh, which is half of what a fysiotherapist in Belgium would ask. Mr Healer accepts, he is pleased - and so am I.
Birthday supper - huge salad to start, beef Tajine accompanied by freshly baked khoobz (bread) and chocolate cake to finish. A tajine is served in a special kind of pottery with a tall lid and a bottom, that supports cooking directly over coal. The dish as such consists mostly of vegetables together with very little chicken, beef or even fish.
We have had tajine at almost every meal for around 6 weeks and Hans’ biggest wish as for his birthday supper was NOT to have tajine. But the one with beef and prunes - was excellent.
And as the clue we had a good Spanish red WINE. We had almost forgotten that taste.
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