Monday, June 23, 2008

• A Home Away from Home

  Morocco - the stories that I have to tell of Morocco that I've told a million times over by now and it's exhausted me even more so than the trip itself.  What else can I say about it?  First off, it was nothing like what I expected.  There were stray dogs, cats, even donkeys roaming the dry, rocky mountains.  Goats were dangling on trees as if they were monkeys and poor, poor camels forced to carry stupid overweight tourists (like myself..ehe) around the beach just to get a few dirhams (currency in Morocco).  My heart did go out to those animals and so did my left over fish-heads that I fed to little baby kittens.  :]

  Then there was hiking around mountains and boulders and rocks that could have left half of us stranded or at least scratched up and wounded; swimming and surfing to the extreme in the African waters off the Atlantic shore which left us banged up, bruised up and wounded; fishing in the middle of the night, risking the lives of the only three men who protected us from everything only to catch one fish the size of a dinner plate (and was quite tasty when it was on a dinner plate the next evening).  It was the most exciting and risk-taking time of my life.  I don't ever remember a time in my life where it was in danger at so many points and I did not care because of the people I was with and the thought that there were more important things in life than my life itself. 

  Then there was the people of Morocco - the villagers, the city dwellers, the Arabic, the Berber - a whirlwind of a culture so fascinating and a lifestyle so simple that it makes me

  ....to be continued, i have a sleeping puppy who needs to take a restful nap ;]

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