A living breathing rainbow
I’m home now and still digesting the trip. London didn’t go as planned thanks to me being ill – we suspect it was the chicken tagine we ate on the last night. So I’m back in Bath and rethinking my next move. But that’s the great thing about life – you can make different choices and recalibrate your plans whenever you need to. Nothing is set in stone. It’s all to play for.
I have some thinking to do, but right now my body is telling me I need to rest up, so that’s what I’m going to do.
More photos & words from the trip here and here.
I love your travel photos from Morocco. I was there – all too briefly! – several years ago and felt I only got a tiny little glimpse. I would love to go back some day. I’m sorry that your trip ended in a bad tagine! Hope you feel better very soon.
Also, I like what you say about life being for playing with changes. I always get so self-conscious when I make an announcement and then change my mind (or something unforseen changes it for me). Flexibility is such a necessary, beautiful thing. It’s so good of you to remind us!
oxox
Oh, the water lilies with the palm tree reflection!!
I hope you are well soon.
Such beautiful photos. Get to feeling better soon.
XO Piper
Your trip looks beyond dreamy… hope you are feeling better. xoxo- A.
Oh I sooooo want to know the story of Karim and his grafitti writing lover.
me too!! :)
gorgeous shots – really gorgeous, especially the last one.
hope you’re feeling much better.
Beautiful!
(((healing Hugs))
I am so sorry to hear you got the uckies from food (so miserable)
Im sure you know to take in as much liquids as possible
Thank You for sharing your amazing captures from your Mini Moroccan Journey
each one a visual feast and story
I look forward to hearing the rest of the story when you are better
Love * Hugs
Susannah your photos are exquisite! Thank you for sharing this trip here. LOVE seeing your work and your journeys!
xoxo
Those photos are so great!! I love the colors so much!! thanks for sharing
I’m loving the pic of you standing on the stripy rug. It’s like you’re floating over fields.
Sorry to hear about your food poisoning; London still loves you I’m sure.