Moroccan dreams…

Back in August I was asked by a Moroccan guy I know at my health club if I could meet with his sister.  It turns out that the sister just wanted to practice speaking in English.  She is fluent in Arabic and French and she wanted to improve her conversational English skills.  Of course, I am interested in anyone who is from another country because I feel like it’s my opportunity to learn about their culture, their country, in the hopes that I would someday travel there.  I was very lucky that when we met, we hit it off right away.  We shared drinks, dinners, and our lives while sharing dreams of our travels in the hopes that someday in the future either I would visit her in Morocco or we would travel together.  So, of course, I was sad on our very last meeting at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago when we had to say our goodbyes.  It was a cloudy day and when we exited the park, it started to downpour.  Reflecting back on this moment it seemed like the pouring rain was a symbol of my sadness.  Because she was from Morocco, a faraway place, our goodbye felt sad to me like the times when I would leave a place after a wonderful visit.  Also, I wasn’t sure if I would ever see her again.  You never know when you exchange pleasantries with someone if they mean them or if they’re just being polite. 

So as we exchanged emails and Viber texts here and there, I cannot believe that I bought my ticket to Morocco two days ago!  What I thought was just a polite gesture of inviting me to visit, my friend was SERIOUS.  Thank goodness she was because so was I.  As I really didn’t plan any of this to happen so soon, especially since I’m going to Seoul in April and my ticket to Morocco is for March (yikes!), I can’t believe that this is actually happening!  In 55 days my Moroccan dreams will finally come true…


Dreams do come true…


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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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