Today I leave Firenze, and Western civilization as I know it to embark on an exotic adventure.
I was imagining shopping in Marrakech, looking glamourous at some cafe or casbah like the ladies below. A good fashion opportunity.
But no. Barb is having none of that. She has convinced me it will be a good idea to go on a guided Sahara desert tour where we ride camels in the desert and camp like nomads in tents with our camels under the stars. Those who know me, know that this is somewhat absurd, this would probably be the last thing I would ever choose to do on earth. However, I have been taught in recent years to say yes to any reasonable request.
So desert and camels it is.
I am thinking that I will not be looking so glamorous and fashionable when I straggle back in from the Sahara Desert, rather, Ill be looking and feeling kind of grim and dazed after 2 days without coffee and on the back of a camel, sort of like these Berber gals look below.