Feeling quite delighted with my achievements to date; flight booked, 4 nights booked in Agadir, 3 in Touradant, 2 more in Agadir, bus to Essouira and 4 nights there, felt it was time for a well deserved cup/glass/bottle of something.
Son arrives.
“I’ve booked, I’ve booked”, I squeal.
‘Where are you staying?’
“Agadir!”
‘Where in Agadir, Mum?’
Smugly, “A hotel in the centre. I thought that would be sensible so I could meet people and learn how to become a seasoned traveller”.
‘Which hotel?’
“Um..” Lots of shuffling of paper. Triumphantly, “Riad Rehab!”
SILENCE
‘Riad Rehab?’
Somehow I knew I’d made a mistake.