What day is it? Sleeping in on any morning here is really not as easy as you would think, there is the call to prayer at 5:30, then the sound of buta tanks being dropped off at the hanot below my place and the basic morning noisy of a city's major thoroughfare waking up... all of these things I knew when I took this place, I exchanged peace and quiet surroundings along with hot water for what was exactly what I envisioned when I thought about my place in a foreign country.
But this morning as sun streamed in the windows of my salon it was actually quite peaceful and as I laid within the warmth of my sleeping bag in that state of sleep where we all love to be in on a sunday morning I heard the "mooooowing" of a cow or did I? I am dreaming of milk or thick beef steak? So I lay there and shrug and think... no way and pull the bag over my head but then it happens again and again, as if a herd of cows are outside my window! I am thinking WTF, this can't be happening... Sheep yes, but cows no way! Now the battle begins in my head do I get up and look out the window and confirm what I know must be true or do I stay in my mummy-like confines of my sleeping bag. I just have to see! I have to know!, so like the father in the poem "twas the night before christmas"..."I sprang from bed to see what was the matter, away to the window I flew like a flash (well no I walked half asleep), tore open the shutters and threw open the window..." COWS!! in a city of 80k... cows in the streets of Sefrou.
Well that is how my day started and now I am having a decent cup of coffee, listening to Billie Holiday and wishing I had the Boston Globe in my hands... inshallah i will again someday.
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Thanks for the Globe shout out! Curtains are on their way to block out that evil sunlight.
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