So I did a thing.
I rather impetuously booked passage to Tangier, “a Moroccan port on the Strait of Gibraltar, which has been a strategic gateway between Africa and Europe since Phoenician times” according to Wikipedia.
I leave on Monday, February 18, less than two weeks from now.
The trip will include a cooking class (of course!), a long day-trip to Casablanca, and plenty of tourist time in the Kasbah and the medina.
The return connection gives me a late afternoon/evening and an overnight in Madrid, Spain.
A year ago, I put aside some inheritance money to help me have an international holiday. The original plan, Bangkok and Saigon, was scrubbed when I took the Circus Harmony gig. But over this last weekend, I realized that I had a window of about a week that I could use for travel before my sabbatical ended. And Morocco has long been on the list. I chose Tangier because of the climate, the ocean, and the option to have a night in Spain. And Casablanca is a rapid-train excursion away.
This will be my first trip to Africa.