Recently, I had a chance to take a break in Morocco – and thanks to the help of a friend who's been living there learning Arabic and the culture for the past year, I also had the good fortune of guided tours. We visited Rabat, the capital, and the ancient city of Fes and Barnaby.
Before our outings - we always started with a good cup of coffee. And in Morocco…lets just say, I must be part Moroccan, because they make it just the way I like it! I drank a lot of their coffee and it was all very good!
Each morning I had breakfast in my friendly and nice, well worn hotel near the train station in Rabat. It was a small European style buffet, with some mystery meat I tried for the experience. But I quickly settled for the excellent OJ, fresh baked baggets and real butter, with several GREAT cups of hot, rich, strong, smooth black coffee that couldn't have complimented the bread and butter more. Ahh! The simple pleasures of life. Coffee, good bread and butter, a good book, and a Moroccan morning awash in sunshine with freindly people ambling about. This was the routine that started each day!
The Moroccan streets were just as you might expect, vibrant, colorful, pleasing and ancient. A terrific backdrop for a spiritual retreat and reading the Koran, The Shack, and the New Testament book of James – amazingly fresh and as insightful as I hoped it would be.
A great trip now becomes a sweet memory and a personal moment in my spiritual journey.