Taghazout is off the beaten path for most. A surfer town with a surf shop every 20 feet. Meant for surfing. You can take surf lessons with a yoga session thrown in. Malibu on the Atlantic.
My shoes have gotten a lot of attention. Instead of sandals, I wear my water shoes, otherwise known as aqua socks. Meant for things like kayaking. I wonder now why I made this choice when I was packing for this trip. But they’ve been great for trudging up and down dunes in the Sahara, sweet for walking the back alleys of Taghazout, and perfect as slippers.
Breakfast isn’t available until 8:30. An opportunity to lie-a-bed. Up on the terrace. Above our room. Picturesque. Great selection. All the usual plus lots of fruit (even persimmons which I love). Eggs made to order, fresh orange juice, mellow coffee, traditional Moroccan pancakes, sweetbreads, breads, pastries.
After breakfast…time to find the surfers. We heard they’d be around Anchor Point and Killer Point today. A 20 minute walk got us to Anchor Point. When the waves and surfers started shifting farther towards Killer Point, we moved with them.
The swells were not huge but enough to see some elegant rides. I was mesmerized. The sound of the surf, the waves surging towards the shore, surfers twisting and turning, finally pulling out with a graceful jump off the board as they approached the rocks.
Later in the day, I went for a swim…maybe more like a wade in the Atlantic. Nothing like the ocean to let the world drift. Even convinced Grubb to take his shoes off and have a little wade in.
We found a place nearby for dinner, along with a herd of cats because, well, we ordered fish. Lots of cats and dogs roaming the streets here. Tomorrow, Ali will pick us up at 10:30. Then we are off to Essaouria. Another coastal town where I hear kite surfing is the big thing.
Sweet breads, or maybe sweet-breads, but not sweetbreads, I suspect, if you trust Merriam-Webster, Google or Wikipedia. I love sweetbreads (good luck finding them on an American restaurant menu), but not for breakfast.
I used to serve sweetbreads in an elegant dining club in my much younger days. Needless to say when I found out what they were I crossed them off my bucket list!
Yikes. I was using sweetbread to mean things that are sweet and bread-like but are not exactly cakes or what we think of as pastries. Now I’ve looked it up and little did I know. What we have been eating is definitely not an animal organ.