My sink is blue,

my hands are blue, and I'm pretty sure there is still a ton of loose dye in the shirt. Thank goodness I decided to hand wash it instead of sticking it in with my white shirts. Moral of the story: do not buy richly colored goods in Morocco. I don't think I can even wear the shirt now, without it bleeding on the rest of my clothes. Also, the plumbing here is bizzare and occasionally makes funny noises and emits strange smells.

In other news, I posted some photos (see right, there is a new section titled "Photos") of this weekend at Volubilis, a Berber turned Roman turned Berber turned ruined city. The ruins we saw were all from the Roman period, because the French anthropologists dug up and threw away everything that was on top of it, and rebuilt what they could. We also went to Sidi Ali Hamdush, which is a Sufi shrine city that specializes in treating mental illness and Moulay Idriss Zerhoun, where Moulay Idriss I is buried (he's a big deal Muslim saint here in Morocco). I'm having issues with Flickr, so I posted highlights. I will try to come up with a better system for those of you who want more photos. Suggestions are appreciated. (Facebook is slow and unreliable here, so that will probably not work).

Other than the trip, I have spent my weekend working on reading interminable pages about mosques.

Love,
Jacinthe