I'm starting to feel very alone. I've been relegated to the back of the plane despite Abdellah's attempts to upgrade me, and people are staring at me in my empty row. I keep visually inspecting the others' luggage for tags from my tour group, hoping to find some camaraderie. But I am alone.
Maybe that's why all the flight staff gave been speaking exclusively in French to me, and quickly as I nod in comprehension and mutter a "bonjour" or "merci" or "oui" (pronounced, of course, "oohway"). I'm happy to be mistaken for French, despite my American passport, as I have been in London and Morocco in trips past.
I'm daunted by the prospect of a day on my own in Tunis, especially when all I can desire is sleep.
I think I can cut myself a break today and rest up for the exploration that the rest of this trip has in store...
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