Last day on the Atlantic in Casablanca
Trip Start Apr 04, 2006
80Trip End Oct 23, 2006
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Here is the next moment walking along the boardwalk with the sun setting on the ocean to my right:
Before I left Toronto, I said to a few of Dad's friends that I hoped to feel like home at some point. I meant that I hoped to be comfortable in my new environs to the point that it feels like my homeland of Guyana - the I understand the pace of the place.
Today I do.
The avenues on which I walked from town are laid out much like home. I have seen people out in the afternoon promenading the boardwalk; Teenagers are sporting the latest fashions (western & eastern)and either liming in the cinema parking lot or outside the Q-snack; lovers are perched on the seawall, each trying to get a private spot; old men are sitting on benches watching the young people walk by; vendors are selling roasted nuts, fresh, hot donuts with lemon curd spread inside & tops rubbed in coarse sugar, & kettle fried chips served in cardboard cones. All of this along the shores of the Atlantic.
I may not understand a word around me, but I feel more at home today than any other!
I don't care where you come from, you know these images & if you are from a land near water, then you know them all! If I have brought a tear to your eye, don't worry, there were a couple in mine.
To my Bequian friend who always wondered what I was scribbling every night when we 1st met ... it was impressions like these.
To my newest friend to whom I told that I was sentimental ... voilą!
Here are some of the photos that I took on my walk ...