Good bye, Morocco


My last breakfast in Morocco

I disagree with Shakespeare….parting is NOT such sweet sorrow.  There is absolutely nothing sweet about a good bye.  For me saying good bye to a place feels like all the good byes of my entire lifetime befalling on me all at once.  Unlike many travelers who love a place and plan to return sometime in the future, I have no intention of returning to a place more than once (except for Turkey).  That is why my good byes are so devastatingly sad:  they are truly final.

My very last day in Morocco was simply beautiful.  It was a gorgeous sunny day, and my day was full of love, generosity, kindness, hospitality, friends, laughter, amazing Moroccan food, shopping at the Medina of Rabat, and,  it ended with a vision of a beautiful sunset at Rabat’s Bouregreg Marina.  This was followed by my “Last Supper” that would put all the top chefs of the world to shame: a whole sea bass floating on potatoes, zucchini, onions, peppers, yellow squash, and my absolute favorite: plump little tomatoes stuffed with rice!  And all the Moroccan spices!  I savored my last cup of Moroccan tea.  When I couldn’t drag out any more moments onto the day, the good bye hugs ensued.  Again, Shakespeare was wrong.  Parting is simply, sorrow.

Goodbye, Morocco

Goodbye, Morocco

About Blogatrixx

I took a solo trip to Istanbul in May, 2012 that changed me forever. It started my passion for travel, and it also ignited my passion for photography. This blog was created to express and appreciate the beauty of life through my travels.
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