Je suis arrivé à Casablanca... and it’s fair to say that it’s nothing like it was in the movie. There’s not a gin joint to be found for starters. Still, there’s something quite intoxicating about just being in the place where Rick and Ilsa said their final heartbreaking farewell. I’ve even found myself humming along in my head as Sam plays, “It’s still the same old story... a fight for love and glory...”
It’s only been a few hours but, so far, so good for my Moroccan adventure. It’s kind of nice to find myself in yet another country on yet another Boxing Day, especially one that is at least 15 degrees warmer than home and isn’t inundating me with adverts for half price sofas or faddy diets.
Our guide Lahcen seems very experienced and knowledgeable and my Japanese roommate Mika is friendly and already very interesting. She’s studying energy medicine and has been giving me tips on how to boost my immune system. Let’s hope my cold heeds her sage advice.
Tomorrow we catch an early train to begin our travels in earnest. I think I'm going to like it here.
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