Getting Fes was fine except I don't speak French. I didn't realize how big of a problem that would be until we showed about 209320932 cab drivers our information and almost got charged 4xs the price to go the short distance. A fellow backpacker suggested the Fes Youth Hostel and upon arrival no one was home. This is strange as there seems to be always someone at a hostel at sometime. We took a few minutes to drink in the situation and by then someone had come to check in. Upon getting situated we found out that the hostel closed in twenty minutes for three hours. We were hungry and had intentions of getting some dinner but really? Three hour lock out in the middle of the day. It was a blessing in disguise as we have no hostels for Italy booked so we seeked out food and internet. We splurged a bit in Moroccan standards and had some delicious chicken. The salad I had was really nice and makes me wish I knew what was in some of these dressings sometimes.
Italy booked, food eaten and it being holy day we putzed around the hostel for a bit and I read a good portion of my book, Little Men. I have to say one of the things that differs the most between traveling Europe and Asia is the chill time. In Asia their way of life sort of makes you relaxe at points and heading to Italy both Jamie and I are well aware that we are going to be on an intense schedule and we should take advantage of times like these.
Tomorrow, the Medina.
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