We walk under a different sun we hold hands like we did when we were young. It is hard to believe that the sky can be that blue, yet it is, it is and it is cloudless and not a speck of grey to be seen it is true.
We have run away from the everyday day to forget our worries and set our spirits free and l am relaxing remembering the real me.
Sitting in a posh hotel the old man chose it and he chose it well. We have happily wandered along the beach and watched golden red sunsets and fallen under their spell.
Seen camels on the beach ships of the desert
Beautiful but out of my reach.. Stars at night are extra bright because out here there are no city lights. The sand is gold the mornings and the nights are cold the charming people friendly and the history, the feeling is so very old.
Morocco is a fabulous place new meets old seamlessly with an eternal grace.