I’ve been in Marrakech for exactly three weeks now. Wow. Time is crazy weird. And apart from every inch of me being covered in itchy bites (the cat must have left me a present last night), I’m having a great time.
I don’t know about you but I used to be all about old time-y novels set in medieval Europe centring on a young protagonist living in a monastery. Very specific I know. The hero was usually a girl, often disguised as a boy, and certainly struggling to adjust to the regimented life of religious work and servitude.