(I never actually learned how that was spelled. And you think I would have when it became my favorite think to eat at Irmã Adriana’s) It was our friend from the robe store that showed us the place. The menu offered Tunny fish but we opted for the Cus cus. 
Our waiter was really cool but this didn’t show in the picture.
So here is a funny and pertinent story. Walking back from dinner we only had 1 key for each room for the nine of us and they were both with Kyte and Me. Kyte, Andrew and I were volunteered to be the last three to enter into the hotel and so Kyte told one of the group members to grab the key because she’d need it to get into the room. But the problem with this person is that she is the type where if the idea isn’t hers, it isn’t valid or right. Anytime anyone says anything that she doesn’t understand or agree with she will just say something stupid and sarcastic. So, at this point she really put Kyte down and made her feel like an idiot but Kyte was insistent that she would need the key. She kept replying that she would just get it when the three of us came up. Kyte once again calmly explained that it wouldn’t work that way but she was set in her ways and just said something to tear Kyte down. After she left we tried to get our anger and frustration out of our system because, while she had been directed solely at Kyte, she had been doing this type of thing to Andrew and I for a long while. There was no reason for her not to take the key but because she didn’t think about it, that was reason enough. As we finally decided to walk up to our rooms there they were, the six others of the group, sitting on the floor outside the hotel door. Rather than be smart and split up and half wait in the lobby or something they just sat there. All week long they had been over cautious about being conspicuous and such but there they were. I told them that we had told them they’d need they key and she was all, “I thought you meant for 408,” she tried to cover. “Nope, we both clearly said 413.” “Why don’t we fight about it?”-Sarcastically remarked someone else from the group in perfect Team A fashion. “We already did downstairs,” Kyte and I both thought. We were both so bugged by it that they still didn’t admit they were wrong or even imagine that an apology was warranted. Oh well. Here is the view from our hotel at night. 
Wow! 
We decided we needed to have a Muslim fashion show.It was freaking awesome huh? My hair was starting to get really long. This was after I played with it for a bit.
I’m a creature of the night!
Xksxksxks(Imagine the sound a cat/creature of the night would make.)
Actually he didn’t really attack us. But at first we were kind of scared because he sat by us at the ATM as we pulled out money. But, as a general rule, Tangerians are VERY nice to foreigners. It was amazing how many people on the first day were looking out for us. The first night that we came in we had to sit outside for a bit. Why? You ask. Well, just to add to the shadiness of the deal we only reserved 2 hotel rooms for 2 people each. So, to avoid suspicion we only went to our rooms in groups of two. So as we were waiting to go back in we went and sat on the beach right in front of the hotel and Kyte pulled out her laptop to show something to someone and a guy came up to us and struggled with his very broken English/Spanish to warn us that, while most Moroccans are good, there are a few that try to hurt people so we needed to be very careful. So anyways, we weren’t too worried about the stray jawa and went on our way through the shops of Tangier. 
Ladies, you’ll have to get in line and take turns with Andrew. He’s so hot right now.
Another store owner, where we bought our “jawa robes” told us how he used to have 3-4 monkeys but Americans had bought all of them to take back home as pets. They did have a few lizards left.
Garrett got the best one and then Andrew got 2nd pick and so mine was kind of lame. But it was good enough for a picture.
The one I bought was a lot better though. Don’t worry. The guys who sold them to us became our best friends ever.
We had a delicious fruit salad for lunch. 
I never really had fruit salad until my mission but everytime that I did a certain song passed through my head. “Fruit Salad! Yummy Yummy! First Step: peel your banana. Second Step: toss in some grapes…” Ahh, memories. Here is another example of the nicest people ever. We took a pic here. 
And then this kid jumped in and it was funny. 
But then he started asking us for money. He wouldn’t quit until a complete stranger noticed us from across the street and went out of his way to tell the kid to go away. I was really impressed by the way they treated us. And that type of stuff happened all day. There was a pretty darn cool Mosque. 
Sometimes the Jawas were actually really nice.
We got directions.
We wandered around the city a bunch and just soaked everything in. We stopped at this little field and relaxed in the shade a bit and saw the coolest little kids ever. 
For sure the best thing was the people. We met a cab driver who arranged to take us to the top of the hill and to the Hercules cave the next day and he seemed cool enough. He agreed to 35 Durham and we were kind of confused on how that would work but didn’t really care. On the way back we asked this kid for directions but he didn’t speak Spanish. Only French. He was so nice though and spent a really long time struggling to communicate with us.
We made our way eventually back to the Cannon Plaza and saw our favorite little kid again. 
I let him use my camera to take pictures and he had so much fun with it.
Here is a very candid shot that he took.
When I finally left his side for a group picture he kind of struggled. 
Someone got a good one though.
We walked past a place that seemed very fitting for a group from Alcala.
We stopped at a music store where people bought turtle guitars and such and I randomly asked about a violin and the guy told me he had one for 400 Durham. I was all over that and planned on coming back for it.
Look how beautiful the city is at sunset.
My first view of Africa was surprising green. 
Tangier was pretty impressive as well.
Here I am descending out of the plane.
I had never done that before. The airport was in a pretty beautiful area. 
Look, its Arabic!
Our cab ride from the airport to the hotel conveniently foreshadowed much of the trip as the group quickly split into two cars. 
And here was my first view of the Mediterranean sea. 
Here was out first view of Camels.
Here was our hotel. 
Our rooms were right behind the M in RAMADA. It was very nice. Our first stop was a really neat flea market as we were heading into the city. 
There were some really funny looking people.
One of my favorite and most prominent features of the city was the many Jawas running around the city. 
Aren’t they so cute. At the top of the hill we climbed was a neat Plaza with a bunch of cannons and a really great view.
There was this awesome little kid selling gum so I bought some and took a picture with him. 
The city was really very pretty. 
With an almost constant awesome view of the ocean. 
The flea market we went to after that was a lot more crazy and chaotic but awesome. 
This guy was nuts.
Get it? There was this hilarious old man who kept trying to do magic tricks for us. He was also a really neat hat maker and Garrett bought one. 
There was a guy who made these crazy pastries.
PS, I love my camera. The following shot was taken during the dark hours of the night. 
We had dinner at this delicious and cheap Kebabs place. 
So that is the end of Thursday.