Moroccan Morning

I'm sitting in my cabin listening to Etta James in Casablanca and can hear the crew working on the lifeboat outside my window-I have a strange life.

Yesterday we arrived in Casablanca and once we dispatched the trip for the afternoon a group of us walked to Hassan II Mosque the 3rd largest in the world. We sat outside in the plaza area and watched children jumping into the sea and faithful followers wander into the enormous complex. The feeling of peace and devotion surrounded the mosque and I felt a sense of tranquility sitting there. The waves crashed around the cement wall that surrounded the mosque. We made our way into the markets and got lost in the narrow alleyways. Finally making our way back to the ship for dinner. It was the last day of Ramadan so we were unable to find food in town and didn't want to be disrespectful for eating snacks in public.

This morning I was going to get on the elevator to get Band-Aids from the nurse and Archbishop Tutu waved good morning to me and asked if I was going up. Darn! I was going down, I missed a chance to go upstairs with the big guy :)

Today we are making our way for two nights in the bustling city of Marrakech.