All is well that ends well...

Via Blackberry emails, my brother found us a hotel in Fez – which took a good deal of work to find. Eventually we located it in the middle of the Medina – the walled old city market.

Some young boys, begging for a tip, took our luggage and placed it in a cart which they sped down the narrow cobbled streets of the Medina, with us running to keep apace. We hadn’t even considered that the hotel might not have vacancy.

Not only did they not have space, but it wasn’t a hotel! It was a guesthouse owned by an Aussie women! We were super exhausted from the lack of sleep and stress of the long drive and the rough morning. Vacancy was the only word we wanted to hear.

The Aussie guesthouse owner volunteered to call some British friends who owned a neighboring guesthouse. Within 15 minutes, Joe, one of the owners – an early 30’s Brit – came to collect us all, and led us back to his place.

By this point – Joe pretty much felt like an angel to us all. Fez is hectic and loud and crazy and stressful – all of which was gone when we stepped into his home. It was beautiful, spacious, luxurious, authentic and quiet. (with the Bonus feature - Wireless Internet!)

Relief was the word as we joined Joe, his fiancée Claire, and their visitor-friend Dave on the deck for wine, and a fantastic view of Fez. The long stressful day could not have ended any more satisfyingly to any of us. This guesthouse was perfect.