the continuing tale of the London girl soon to become a Marrakchia
So we had met...........
We spent the week together, visiting Morocco and doing all the usual tourist stuff with our friends. Abdel was our constant companion and by the end of the week, I wondered how I would ever leave. I adored Marrakech and I adored Abdel.
The day finally came and after tearful farewells and promises to return soon, I was back on the plane to Blighty. I just knew I would be back......
Now it has to be said that I have always been somewhat flighty and moved to impulsive gestures. My friends didn't believe it when I told them I was going back. My parents, as you can imagine, were absolutely horrified. A holiday romance that would never work.
I knew that I would do it anyway, and I did.
Two months later I was back on the same flight to Marrakech.....
We spent the week together, visiting Morocco and doing all the usual tourist stuff with our friends. Abdel was our constant companion and by the end of the week, I wondered how I would ever leave. I adored Marrakech and I adored Abdel.
The day finally came and after tearful farewells and promises to return soon, I was back on the plane to Blighty. I just knew I would be back......
Now it has to be said that I have always been somewhat flighty and moved to impulsive gestures. My friends didn't believe it when I told them I was going back. My parents, as you can imagine, were absolutely horrified. A holiday romance that would never work.
I knew that I would do it anyway, and I did.
Two months later I was back on the same flight to Marrakech.....
posted by Heather at
Monday, January 26, 2009
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