a tiny bit of my stay in Morocco:
Tetuan. But it looks just like Spain.
One of many beautiful parts of Morocco.
So a man was walking his monkey in Asilah one day...
there has to be a joke that starts like this in Morocco.
We all got in on bread making. This is the pueblo house we stayed in in Belouta.
We're all smiling because Jess can't cook for her life.
One of the many amazing meals we had in Morooco. They know how to eat. And they eat more than Spaniards! The idea befuddles me.
Camillo riding. giddy-up.
Wasn't all that exciting, but I didn't expect it to be.
Me and Stacy in Chefchaouen.
Getting married.
Not a good look for me.
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