And one more thing

On the way home we took the side roads along the Atlantic. Rick couldn't stand the idea of being at the Atlantic in North Africa without going into the ocean, so we found a beach and he stripped to his underpants. From a distance, at least, it looked like a bathing suit. I sat on a lava rock and watched him. As a New York girl who spent summers going to the beach, I can't tell you how odd it is to see the sun going down over the Atlantic! The surf was high and strong but Rick, fish that he is, was in his element. A wonderful day.