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Day 142: The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Seeing the Atlas Mountains and Radiohead…

The last time I listened to this song properly, I was sitting on a bus between Guilin and Yangshuo in China with Nicole. That was nearly 2 years ago. Today I’m glad to have plugged this into my ears again while I looked down on Marrakech and promised I’d be back to conquer the Atlas mountains one day… Anyone care to join? =) / “Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.” – I love this book. And I think this view out the window today sums it up perfectly =) This is, I think, what a peaceful, blissful mind looks like. Ahhh… =)

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Day 140: The Medina of Marrakech, Souks, Tajines, Witnessing my first exorcism ritual and Experiencing a whole new culture for the first time…

It is very very rare these days where I can go somewhere new and be completely surprised and intoxicated by a completely alien and foreign culture. So today I am grateful that visiting the old Medina of Marrakech injected and enthused me again with the thrill and sheer joy of traveling. By this I refer to the rush of butterflies to the stomach, the drop-jaw expression, the wide eyes and conflicting desires to rush towards the next best thing and linger just another moment longer in admiration. / I love the souks of the old city and the colours dripping of its ancient walls. / I am in love with Moroccan food, slow and tenderly cooked in these generously-sized tajines! / By far the most surreal and unforgettable experience of the day was witnessing this man and who I can only assume to be his 100-year-old father, play the sintir (Moroccan lute) in their humble sitting room and perform an exorcism ritual before our eyes. Amazing.

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Day 139: My first time in Africa, Dar Cherif, Marrakech and Moroccan Style…

Today, I am grateful that for the first time in my life, finally, I have step foot in Africa. There are no words to describe how it felt stepping off that plane and onto the tarmac; getting hit by the first wave of crisp, Morrocan air (already tinted with the first hint of spices); feeling the Marrakechian ground rush up to meet the soles of my very excited little feet. I almost had to stomp and jump around, just to make sure that yup, I’ve definitely landed and I. am. most definitely here. / Our villa, Dar Cherif, is actually a dream home (possibly mine!). What a perfect place for a retreat. So therein lies the goal: get my yoga certificate, practice some yoga and get a group of fellow enthusiasts out here for a very special (acro) yoga retreat. Maybe I can even get my momma to come… Now that would be something! 😉 Jo and I got the 2-person suite right next to the pool… (see above). The O.C. much? =D / I am in love …