hotel dahlia

the moroccon flag flew over the little ship. we could see gibralter, the rock which is a tiny part of britain camped out on the spanish coast. there is a point in the middle of the ferry ride where if you look to your left you see europe & if you look to your right you see africa.
the boat coming in to dock in beautiful white tangier was one of those moments where time slows down & the details get frozen into your memory. i can imagine myself standing there looking at that view right now, as if i was there.
we spent a night in tangier, sat on the beach, ate at a little stand in the middle of the crazy square, with people & animals & cars swirling all around us. then we sat in mcdonalds because it only took a few hours of crazy morocco for us to suddenly want a touch of home. the menu board had the same pictures & the words were in the exact same colours accept it was all in arabic.
the next day we took a tiny bright little taxi to the train station & took a 6 hour train ride down into morocco, to fez. about a million things happened. we settled in at hotel dahlia, an amazing little building on the edge of the 17th century. our room had a little table on the floor surrounded by pillows to sit on, a yellow shagadellic bedspread with little gold beads on it & a painting of a woman crying that i couldn't stop looking at. it had the balcony of my dreams, covered in rich tiles, & when you looked down from the balcony to the dust covered road you saw donkeys loaded down with carpets & food & bags, kids playing, women in burkas. we had dinner up on the roof where you could here the call to prayer. i nearly passed out, i was so overwhelmed. my friends eyes glowed.
we spent hours wandering around in the un-describable 'old town' of fez. we drank mint tea & took pictures of beautiful older women & said 'la shocran, la shocran' & got alot of marriage proposals. my friend started thinking alot about what she wants to do with her life. i learned something about being brave in risky situations & just living life.

'life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.'
~helen keller
2 Comments:
beautiful.
Oh that balcony sounds heavenly.
I do like the idea of the inner adventures of staying at home...the every day experiences.
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