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Packing

I keep a travel bag packed, since I’m away so much.  Toiletries never get unpacked, and anything else I need — Euros, British pounds, travel pillow, electrical adapter — all stay in the same drawer for easy access.

So returning home from NYC on Thursday, I loaded up the laundry baskets, and started transferring pills and toiletries and the like to the larger suitcase for international travel, because . . .

I leave Monday for Tangier, Morocco!

Going to a Mediterranean climate for a few days means a change of clothes.  No raincoats or jackets for winter in NYC or Chicago.  In fact, no heavier twill trousers.  Here’s why:

Tangier will have highs in the 60s, and lows in the low 50s overnight, the entire time I’m there.  And enough humidity that the climate will feel like April in Saint Louis.

So I’ve pulled some short-sleeve summer shirts, a few linen shirts, and the tan twills.  Shoe decisions will come next.

(Lest I be foolish, I will pack a light rain-proof jacket, just in case!)

Morocco

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.

Cape Spartel, where the Atlantic meets the Mediterranean.