The day of no pants

Today I spent most of the day without pants and horizontal. Now before all of you get too excited, no, I didnt meet a lucky Moroccan girl. Unless if by a lucky Moroccan girl you mean a gastrointestinal food born illness. Using my keen investigative skills Ive narrowed it down to a list of four foods.
1)The salad in Montpellier, although a while ago, Debbie too got food poisoning two days ago, so this would lead me to believe something we ate together caused it. The only thing we both ate that could have caused it (in my opinion) was that salad.
2)The taboule I made yesterday. Yesterday I made a rediculous amount of Taboule (couscous salad). Something about it didnt quite seem right, I thought it was my cooking but it could have been any number of the raw vegetables that I bought from the market in bir chifae.
3)The squid. This is like the butler in a scooby doo episode: I'd be crazy not to expect it. But it seems too easy
4)The tap water. I've been drinking from the tap water since we got here, but I really hope its not this because I am under no circumstances buying bottled water for all of my aquias intake.

Either way this gave me a good day of semi-relaxation. I managed to pick myself up off the floor for dinner (my first meal of the day). I needed something familiar, so I allowed myself to go to what Fenna said was the best hamburger joint in Tangier. It was very very good. I went for the "all the way" which included grilled eggplant and a fried egg (although he broke the yoke intentionally making more of a scrambled eggs patty which defeats the whole purpose of putting an egg on a burger in my opinion).


I walked around a little more and discovered a really cool street I want to explore more thoroughly. Just as I was about to turn back I spotted a section of street carts. I bought some delicious fresh orange juice (which was served in a glass and consumed right on the spot [usually while discussing Moroccan soccer but my inadequate Darija turned this into stand around as everyone else discusses Moroccan soccer while you look like an awkward foreigner.]) I almost ordered up a big bowl of snails (for a measly 7 durham) but I decided to save it for another day. I gave myself one day, but tomorrow Im going back into my mostly "weird stuff" diet. Im going to be once bitten, an twice..... well bitten again.