| Gaelic Gladiacres |
| oh gosh do I have a stalker story... lol Morocco, American women (me and my mom) walking through the markets, heading back to our riad (a hotel) some guy tries to petition my mom to marry me off to him for whatever dowry, we turn around and make a hike back to somewhere other than the riad, the guy keeps following us until I literally round on him and in Arabic tell him to shut up and get lost. the look on his face XD |
Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens







