How it all started: Day one

Despite being tired after a red-eye flight from Montreal, I couldn’t wait to explore the city. I had waited 10 years to land in Morocco and I wasn’t going to waste a day sleeping. I was bursting at the seams with excitement.

So I set out to explore Casablanca. And let’s just say that there was an angel watching over me because knowing what I know now, I would never wander the streets of Casablanca alone.

You see I wanted to follow the art-deco tour explained in Lonely Planet.  But it was complicated and hard to follow. I saw only a few buildings and spent the majority wandering aimlessly down streets that were not clearly marked.

Casablanca Morocco, Copyright Mandy Sinclair

Casablanca Morocco, Copyright Mandy Sinclair

Casablanca Morocco, Copyright Mandy Sinclair

Casablanca Morocco, Copyright Mandy Sinclair

Yet, despite it all, I saw beauty everywhere – in the locals I met in cafes and could practice my French with, to the run-down buildings, and the amazing tajine I shared with new friends that evening.

 

 

2 thoughts on “How it all started: Day one

  1. I love your posts (I subscribe 🙂 ). I hope I have the opportunity to visit morocco one day :). I’m retired now, and I’m learning Arabic while my wife speaks French :). Maybe we could fit in 🙂

    Thank you, again. I look forward to future posts!

    • Thank you for your kind words. I too hope you will get to visit Morocco. You know I learned French here and am now trying to learn Arabic. The best way to learn is to speak everyday, in real situations. Hope to see you here soon!

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