So apparently I’m giving off a certain impression of Morocco through the photos that I post. Today when I was telling a colleague about my direct flight to Casablanca he responded with, “That’s civilized.” Obviously we laughed our head off. And I had to share.
So I should say, I travelled in a lot of rural areas and they were well, rural, but civilized. But the cities are like any other city. In fact, being in Marrakesh I felt like I was in Europe. I just can’t say I’d want to drive there. But I say the same about driving in Montreal. Otherwise, it’s civilized.
Change. Some people hate it. Others love it.
It’s nothing new. Society is continuously evolving.
Thankfully, in our society we have the opportunity to make change. If we don’t like our job, we can find another one. Not a fan of the current government, than exercise your right to vote.
It seems everywhere I look these days, people are talking about the changes they are making in their lives. Significant and minor. In their own lives and in others. It’s both motivating and reassuring. They make reflecting on your own life that much easier.
But there are also those that would rather bitch about whatever it is that’s driving them crazy rather than making any changes. You know, the people we avoid at cocktail parties. The reason we pay for call display. Because they complain to everyone they meet and anyone who will listen. After all, in their minds, there is always something preventing them from making a positive change. And it’s called, themselves.
In fact, Michael Jackson says it so well.
I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change
Sometimes I think I have the best job on Earth. Like today, I got to judge the international student cook-off. One hour of pure deliciousness. Spices. Flavours that I don’t usually get to enjoy. Sweets. Students telling me about their cultures while dressed in their traditional clothing. It was a little taste of heaven.
But it makes me wonder why people travel to other countries only to seek out the Starbucks and McDonald’s. Um seriously?! People like that wouldn’t travel well with me. Nope. I eat everything. In Morocco we ate camel and I have to say, it was not bad. In Australia I ate kangaroo. I will have to confess that I didn’t eat grubs in New Zealand, but I did enjoy the local beer and wine.
Anyway, now I’m full and probably won’t have to eat anything until breakfast tomorrow.