Bubble an' Squeak

In Morocco whenever you say, “Tomorrow I will…”, of “Next year we will…”, “Or someday, I hope…” the people say, “Inshallah,” which means “If God wills.” Your statement becomes, “Tomorrow, Inshallah, I will visit Fes Medina.” I think this is beautiful. I really took these words and pressed them on my heart because we don’t know the future. The older I get the more everyday life surprises me, the more I understand how much of our existence really does depend on God, or whatever spirit you believe in.  I snap these photos of my days and I can’t believe this life. I think it’s called Imposter Syndrome, or Survivor Guilt. I look out at the ocean from Vince and Jackie’s condo and I can’t believe my life. I feel guilty - like I have to justify traveling, or going to amazing places. I want to say when I feel privilege flowing over me “I worked so hard to get here! And I agree - I don’t deserve it.” I feel like I need to tell people, “I saved 15% on this hotel.” Or, “I booked on Priceline.c...

June 27 On my run today I decided to mix it up with an octopus. He is waving to you. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Recently Nic informed me he is ‘a beach person.’ This was a bit of a surprise to me as most of our relationship has been spent in mountains. While I think the beach is cool, I am not really a beach person. Most of my life has been spent in the mountains, and I worried that Nic deciding he was a beach person would be a problem for us.  Turns out Nic was wrong. If this vacation proves anything, it proves that Nic loves mountains. Every time on this trip that we have been on the beach, near the beach I have heard the following: I do not like the sun. I do not like to be hot. I wish there were more shade. There is sand everywhere.  Sand is dirty.  You are going to get sand in the car.  There is sand in your hair. The wind off the ocean is cold.  Salt water wrecks my skin. The water is too cold. The salt water makes me feel dirty. I could probably ...

June 26 I am a little scared to write this down. Yesterday was the perfect day. It started with a cute guy in a cute coffee shop, and an amazing cappuccino. Nic had apple pie because he had to test the Portuguese version. He found it delicious. I left him with his second cup of coffee and headed out to run. The weather was perfect. It was the exact perfect temperature. I ran down to the fort, and the end of the boardwalk, and then off to the beach. It was a gorgeous run. I had to prove to the kids I ran on the beach. Gabe needs evidence that I have been at least pretending to stay in shape. Just beneath our condo is the perfect market. I love it. I wish I had a market in my basement. Especially if my market looked like this. I am ashamed to admit that I have been loving Pringles on this trip. I don’t even eat these at home, but here, far from home. I cannot get enough. I found kombucha here! I’m pretty pleased. Nic and I visited my favorite market in the world and bought a wee picnic l...