Morocco is a country of contrasts. Five minutes from the Rabat airport there are donkey carts plodding along next to Hummers. This weekend in Ceuta, goats were munching on grass behind our expansive Spanish villa while camels lounged along the dusty road. Amongst our group of friends, one can hear a mix of French, Spanish, German, classical Arabic, Moroccan Arabic, Russian, Portuguese or English. Yesterday we ate McDonalds for lunch and then enjoyed a traditional Ramadan meal of Kefta, bread and sweet cakes for dinner. This is bound to be an interesting year.
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