Earlier this week we set out the find the town veterinarian to get a deworming pill for Enib. Our friends pointed us to la gare (directly translated: train station, but it's the huge bus hub and where you get a taxi to Fes). They said just go down there and ask people. Simple enough, right? Plus, veterinarian is a cognate in French, we assumed it would be a simple task.
We got to la gare and asked a pharmacy if they knew where to go. One of the guys working stood up and, in response to Alexis' asking in both French and Darija said "you need a doctor?" In English. We laughed and responsed "... For our cat."
He asked around and helped us find the nondescript, completely unmarked building that was off on a dirt road and was really awesome about it.
He also invited us to have couscous for lunch with his family on Saturday. As a rule, we never turn these invitations down, plus couscous is really good.
We got there and had a first course of fresh juice and sellou (the tasty ground up nut and spice mixture that we are so much of during Ramadan).
And then enjoyed another massive Moroccan meal with our new friend, Otmane, his parents, and three brothers.
After lunch, we stayed to talk and watch the news and drink some coffee, which is always pleasant. Quickly the conversation turned political, which we've encountered a number of times. They explained their opinions of various American presidents to us, and made sure to emphasize how much they loved Bill Clinton.
All in all, it was an awesome day and now Enjb doesn't have a worm problem.
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