*&%&# internet

(Tuesday April 4, Sevilla, Spain) So I’m sitting here at an internet
cafe, 18 of the 20 minutes I had to update the blog, send pix, check
email … and still no stupid internet connection. Today we’re on our
way to Tangier, via foot, taxi, bus, ferry, taxi, and then overnight
train to Marrakech. You won’t probably hear from me for a while … and
you actually won’t even get this for a while. No one seems to be able
to call my phone, either … that, or I’m not popular, because my
Spanish phone number hasn’t received any calls. Being out of touch
sucks. Oh well … I guess you’ll get this in a few days.