Day 19 of a Month of Gratitude


Royal Mansour in Marrakech

It’s such pleasure, again, to wake up to sunshine. I felt a little tired than normal from yesterday’s long run so I just wanted to stay in bed and read with the sun filtering through my windows. What a luxurious treat! I finished the book I started a few days ago and then immediately started a new book, LOSING MY VIRGINITY by Richard Branson. It starts with a Prologue which takes place in Morocco over the Atlas Mountains, and I immediately begin to cry. I’m assuming the one reason for my tears is because of the spectacular memories of my trip to Morocco, and maybe the other reason for my tears is because of the strange effects of the isolation from the coronavirus. Today would start the sixth(!) week of this bullshit, and I’m finding that my emotions are…well…strange. I don’t know how else to say it. One day I’m great (like yesterday) and the next day I might be just sad or be in a state of fear for all the unknowns. I didn’t want today, a Sunday, my favorite day of the week to be a letdown so I allowed myself to go back in time to experience the wonderful memories of Morocco in my mind…

My entire trip to Morocco was too good to be true, really. In fact, when I tell my story to others it seems like I’m making things up, or if I recall all the details in my head, I don’t believe it myself. Marco Polo once said, “I did not tell half of what I saw, for I knew I would not be believed.” This is exactly how I feel about many of my trips around the world, especially my trip to Morocco. It started in Rabat, then to Casablanca, then Fez, then driving through the Atlas Mountains with a stop in the Sahara Desert to ride a camel at sunset, and finally, arriving in Marrakech at night to wake up there on my birthday seemed way too good to be true! I still can’t believe it happened. Luckily, I have pictures to reminisce as you can see from the photo above. I had tea and cookies at the Royal Mansour, and if you ever go to Marrakech you MUST visit that hotel. I wasn’t lucky enough to stay there but since The King of Morocco owns it you can bet it’s spectacular. Try Googling it and take a look at their spa! 🙌

Since a trip to memory lane is always good for the soul, I will continue to look at my photos and be grateful for all the memories of all my travels. And at the same time I will pray for new adventures for I have faith that we will all be allowed to travel again soon. 🙏

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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