|The view from my room at the Sapphire Palace|
|In the lobby with my first glass of mint tea in Tunisia|
|The fountain at the school's entrance|
On the Saturday morning after breakfast, I took one of the gorgeous young teachers and went to the Medina - the ancient walled city of Hammamet. The place is a rabbit warren of merchants of all kinds, each vying loudly for the attention of passers-by. Around me we could here not only English and French greetings, but Italian, Spanish and German, too. I bought my first of what I hope are many carpets. This was probably foolish as I have tourist written all over me, but I am happy with it and what I paid for it. If they guy got ten dinars to much for it, so be it. After all, I got a very good price because he considered me as his daughter! It is prayer rug sized and pure Tunisian silk. It lies beside my bed waiting for the day I start meditating again.