Morning After Pill

Soma. Naproxen. Pseudoephedrine. All things to help me sleep, kill my pain, and clear my head.

Not because of any culture shock from yesterday's trip to Morocco. But from the transit. Hundreds of kilometers on the odometer. Hours on ferries, buses, and even the back of a camel. It was a full day. I'm beat, but I'm ready for more.

Shortly we'll be off to Granada, about 150km away, to check out the Alhambra.

Hence, I've whipped up another big breakfast, this time with a bit more Spanish flare: A fritata filled with zucchini, pancetta, salchicha de ave... you name it. I'm fueled up. Bring on the day.