Wednesday, June 18

The Vacation Gods Heard My Plight

...and rescued our vacation.

We moved yesterday into this tiny B&B where there is no service, no telephones, no TVs, no food, drink or fruity pool drinks. The Korakia saved our pitiful holiday.

Somewhere between the all-white Moroccan minimal decor, the absolute silence of the property and natural rock waterfall, we have found some peace.

Mom thinks that we are so burned out that my body just gave way, and although I am still reeling from the stomach flu (even bursting a blood vessel in my eye from chucking so much -- pretty), we are never far from knowing how rare this chance is to be still.