Vlad + Steph

Vlad and Stephanie have arrived, bearing cured pork from Italy as well as treats (peanut butter!) from the girls of Clifford PR. We all used the fact that Stephanie is five months pregnant as an excuse to take a leisurely approach to the mornings. As Mohamed, a local carpenter, stopped by to install some shelves and build a frame for our bucking bronco of a washing machine, Vlad took the opportunity to watch carpentry pre-powertool in action. As Mohamed shaved an eighth of an inch from the bottom of a leg to make the frame maizen, or level, Vlad shook his head and confessed he'd never be able to so effiently wield a basic saw. Perhaps this is what got him thinking the deep thoughts he posted yesterday.



Stephanie and Vlad agreed they were more interested in wandering the souks than in trips to museums, and this was fine with us. We were happy to show them our favorite place for olives in the Mellah. While we managed to resist the temptation of buying freshly cut lambs heads and feet that we found sold from a milk crate, others didn’t share our reservations. As the man pushed his bike down the street in front of us, he was stopped frequently for his wares.