Hi my beautiful sister!
Every time we leave the hotel, it’s like the Bataan Death March. Forty trillion miles under the burning sun, searching for some government building or another. Then Ceren goes in and I sit outside in some coffee shop, knitting my Tunisian Five-Cornered Sock of Misery while guys give me the stink-eye.
We took a taxi-bus to the beach, though-it’s about an hour away and it was really pretty and nice! I liked it a lot.
The food here is bread. Couscous with bread, sandwiches with bread, pasta with bread. And canned tuna fish. So not kidding.
I miss you so much! You always make me laugh!