Travel Blogs from Rabat
... and all of us want to feel like we will be missed the way we will miss.
It seems we are trying to leave our mark in a place that doesn't need our fingerprints, and on people who perhaps only think they do. But as I see it, we don’t have enough of ourselves to leave here or with each other. So I'll be returning to the states with clothing that isn't mine and the promise of Skype dates with new old friends.
Love and all good things,
... aren't just geological features, I carry mine with me, and they stretch and grow from place to place.
By documenting my time here, and sharing the stories and photographs, I hope to share these roots. I hope to show the world more of the world. I'm doing my best to make the world feel smaller than it does, but also remind myself and others, how large it truly is.
Will I ever have the desire to allow my roots to dig deep into a plot of earth, or will ...
... point where I rarely feel new to this country ...
... I am surrounded by plates of drying olives that will be made into olive oil soon. Another hum of prayers went out over the city after lunch today while I was on the roof, and I laid back listening to the life in it. There is a richness, an authenticity, to Morocco.
I'm surrounded by olive trays on a terrace roof, and I've never felt more down to earth.
Welcome to my Aa-ila.
... corner to another car park but was opposite a police check point so that they could keep an eye on us. It was very surreal seeing senior police in their smart uniforms helping us to put up our tents but they seemed to enjoy themselves.
We’ve been eating like kings with each cook group coming up with something interesting. While we were bush camping it was the turn of Susumi (Japanese) and Fu (Chinese). On ...