Henna Party and Farewell to Morocco!

Our final afternoon in Morocco was spent with Grandma in Marrekech for a ritual girl henna party. Grandma cooked up her own henna and as you can see from our pictures, painted us up real nice with thick paste like designs on our hands and feet. We were unable to do anything for ourselves (except sip tea) for hours as the henna set. Later that night on the airplane to London, the crusty henna began to flake off and reveal what some say later looked from a distance like a rare disease or bad burn- we love our lingering memory of Grandma and Morocco that still lives on our hands and ankles.