Nona gave me the bad news last night. We’re leaving Marrakech. Worse, we’re leaving Morocco tomorrow.
As we got ready for breakfast this morning, I complained to Papa, “…but I don’t want to say goodbye to Tagine; I don’t want to leave our riad; why can’t we stay in Morocco?”
Tagine asked me, “Why can’t you say goodbye to Nona and Papa instead of to me? You can live here in the Riad with me. I’ll give you rides everyday!”
“They say we have to go to some place called Barcelona. It’s in another country called Spain. I don’t want to leave you, Tagine, but, also, I don’t want to leave Nona and Papa. You understand don’t you?” I asked.
Tagine said that, although riad life was good, it has its downside. He said imagine living in a place where you meet interesting and friendly people, barely get to know them, and, then, they leave a couple days later. You’re saying “goodbye” almost before you’ve finished saying “hello.” We looked at each other and had the same thought, “Hey, isn’t there a song something like that?”
After Tagine, what I’ll miss the most about Morocco is the contrast between the inside and the outside Morocco: the hustle and bustle of Moroccan streets contrasted with the calm and tranquility of the interior of the riad.
Barcelona, here we come.
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