Moroccan Dreams

Still no snow on the beach, and no more hope to see some soon, it is warmer again in Spain! So I better stop dreaming of snow and go over to my Moroccan dreams!Why Morocco?Well, I have been dreaming of going to Morocco for more than 20 years (yes, you won’t believe it, but I am older than 20!). My brother lived there, in Casablanca, with his Arabian horse. I swear, he really had an Arabian horse which he rode regularly, practicing for the parades of the French Army where he was a colonel and a teacher for Information and Logistics. Anyway, I never went to Morocco, the reason being, without entering into the sad details, a total travel incompatibility with my first German husband!But I regularly keep dreaming of Morocco. I dream of the landscapes, the colours, the markets, the medinas, the atmosphere, etc.. I want to go there with Kevin in our motor home, but I am so scared. One hears so many scary things from travelers. I heard that motor homers tend now to form big colonies and travel together through Morocco like a camel caravan in the desert, the only way they found to be safe.. Unfortunately this is not my conception of traveling and freedom…So I keep dreaming and painting Morocco from my fantasy… I have no idea if Morocco looks like my paintings of it, but at least I sell them well!Another reason to come back to Morocco these days is Cafe Crem. We have a new concept there, and Madame Monet, who lives in Morocco, is inaugurating since yesterday the new Cafe Crem with a series of entries about The Festival of The Sacrifice. Great entries by the way, and if you want to participate to the discussion, just go there and speak!