Morocco Time

I’m still working on the “cool mouth” part, but I have the feet covered. As you can see below, I have new Halloween slipper socks – which I’ll be wearing all winter, because they have a neat skull and crossbones on them. And the strap buttons, isn’t that cunning? You may wonder why I’m so excited about a $5.99 Target purchase, but my shoe troubles in Morocco have scarred me forever. I’m at least a size 43, which is almost impossible to find in women’s styles. Even if it is a 43, it’s the Moroccan idea of a 43, where about an inch of your heel hangs off the back of the mule/slipper. After walking around for 30 minutes like that, especially with a shoe that’s nothing but wood with a tiny bit of leather stretched over it, your heel feels like it’s being sliced in half.

In comparison, these are heavenly.