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Published: January 24th 2009
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We bid our farewells to Khalid, who headed back to Casablanca. I was sad to see him go, left in a blur of travel opportunities to company my plane ticket issues for the holidays. I was already missing Anja and Vanessa, good friends who had also left Imsouanne the day before. Not knowing what to do or where to go; I sat on the beach with a blown up globe in my hands, carefully spinning it with my hands. Pondering... It is wild how consumed I was in this moment, worried about many things while I failed to see what was really in front of me. I raised my eyes to view the waves and regain perspective. I heard a voice, turned to see Pinta, Anjas dog trotting my way. Confused, I realized Anja was in front of me. Her and Vanessa had difficulty meeting up with their friend, so the decided to come back to Imsouanne and invite us to travel with them for Christmas. I also gained a new metephorical perspective of faith this day.
We met up with a van caravan of surfer pals to form the ultimate desert crew. After a day on the road from
Imousounne, we arrived to the beaches of Pouge Blanche, near the Southern boarder of Morocco. The first day was picture perfect. A spiritual sunset, rolling sand dunes dipping off into the ocean, a complete habitat arrangement of four vans, a fire pit, rich potluck dinners of tajine, chicken, hobs, pasta with veg, cream sauces...what more could you need? We had some golf clubs, a balance board, and a music sound system with such a wide variety of music to fullfill our every musical whim. The laughter of good hearted people echoed into nights sky.
We awoke in the morning to the thrashing wind against our van. Uhhh ohhh...desert sand storm? I think so. We spent the entire day inside our vans on Christmas Eve. The only time we left our indoor safety was to communicate messages with the other vans, or to go to the bathroom...which was another wild experience I could never forget. HA. The day was passed playing guitars and making secret santa presents for our friend. I wrote a song on the ukulele, recieved a travel sized balance board and laughed at the wonderful ideas from the rest of the group.
On christmas day, we
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Imsouanne mountain hike with david at sunset headed out of the sandstorm abyss to Sidi Ifny, a beautiful little city. The guys surfed the waves, and I took great pleasure in exploring the hill nearby where scattered trash glass mosaics lay outside the Moroccan cemetary. David and I searched around tide pools at all of the facinating sea creatures dwelling within. I journeyed into the city in pursuit of bananas and internet access to solve my ticket problems. We stayed here for a few days before wandering on to explore other beaches and towns along the coast. And what bizzare places did we find...
After much traveling, we coasted to a stop in Imsouanne. Home sweet home. We returned to our shelter, bought another gas tank, some fresh food and settled back into the relaxed liftesyle of Imsouanne. We spent another few weeks there, full of adventures, new people and new sights. I have been devouring every book I can get my hands on, learning to cook, playing music, writing, running, playing, and learning. So much learning, and I am in awe to find that even though I am not on a schedual, I have an immense passion to indulge in learning everything and anything I
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Wandering a lonely village of abandoned rock piles and blissful coast sights. can. I am discovering so many new passions of mine, expanding old passions, and understanding myself. Thinking about college now, I am excited beyond reason to attend a school, but I deliberatly choose to take this time of my life to expand my horizons.
New Years we hoasted a pot luck dinner party in our room. I cannot describe the atmosphere of scrumtious dishes and wonderful company. We even had a doughnut party afterwards, where David made apple cinnimon, lemon, and chocolate filled doughnuts. Cheers to the New year folks.
I woke up just before 8 AM for New Years in the US. I spent the morning crouching on rocks as the waves crashed down on them, seagulls swaying with the gentle breeze, and soaking up the suns first hours of warmth. I had home in my mind all morning and sent many mental messages out to loved ones.
Recently, David has left for Spain with a couple of friends. Drew and I have been sticking together in Taghazout for the past week and will try to make it to Rabat to insure our India Visas. My what a crisis....hahaa all I can do is laugh. We
have been staying in a dungeon like room, sleeping on mats on the floor, having good laughs with our friends: Yan from Norway, Alex from Germany, Sylvain from Frace...and Khalid. Yes...Khalid returned to us. He showed up out of the blue and we warmly welcomed him to stay with us for a few nights. I have been cooking tastey meals, watching surfers shred the massive waves, and utilizing the internet access.
I have spent my days here wandering through the secret hill catecombs deep in the heart of a one street tourist surf town. It is outstanding to see what one can find just by walking away from the surfer bra muck and into the tight ally ways. It must be similar to entering a different world in a different time. I playfully ran my fingers along the walls, lost myself in the maze of culture and REAL life.
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Talia, the picturses contained in this blog are marvelous. Are you a professional photographer? Marco