Apologies & Moroccan Pictures

What a surprise to find my box from Morocco on the doorstep yesterday! So it was my mind that conjured up the scenario of anger and distrust; that worked me into a tizzy for nothing; made a mountain out of a molehill as my mother would say. How many times have I done that for naught? I will die with so many partially learned lessons that would have saved me anguish.

Alas, it was the Spanish box that was rifled; that someone opened and helped themselves to a few Christmas presents. Maybe at US customs-some else feeling the trickle down crunch. So my apologies to the Moroccan postal system.

I include the pictures Mohamed sent me. The tannery is the most amazing site with the vats of vegetable based dyes, and the old man and his donkey, not the one I saw but how different could their lives be, and the tiled dome of the mosque in Casa and the inside of another. I think the doors are of the kings palace but don’t hold me to it. There’s a wonderful sweeping view of the the medina -which one I don’t know-and the Hotel Guynemer where I recommend everyone stay when you visit this sprawling city that I only just touched on.

Last but not least, Mohamed Sakami, handsome man, talented chef, and my friend who came to my rescue with pictures when I told him my camera had been stolen, ( I’ll ask him for his delicious recipe for tagine & prunes). Thank you, Mohamed.

One thought on “Apologies & Moroccan Pictures

  1. Liana

    Wow! What an adventure. Where are you now? Coming back to Mexico anytime soon?
    Brave women will rule the world! (and the men won’t even know its happening)

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