Last day on the Atlantic in Casablanca

Trip Start Apr 04, 2006
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Saturday, April 8, 2006

So today I went in search of the Cathedral de Sacre Coeur, thinking tat it would be a good place to celebrate Palm Sunday, tomorrow. I found it; it's huge; and it's permanently closed. I've included a few photos ...     PHOTO_ID_R=lara_003.jpg]  Disappointed, I had to create another challenge. Since it was a beautiful day, I decided to walk from town to the hotel using a mini map in my possession & my sense of direction (I knew where the seashore was). It took about 1.5hrs; I almost got lost - it was a case of one mosque looking like another & my judgment of scale being a 'tad' off - grin. As I walked down a residential street hoping that it would lead to another main road, I was stopped by a poor woman looking for change. Dug around in my bag for the umpteenth time - can never find my wallet when I need it! - gave the lady 10 dh. She appreciated the effort by kissing me on both cheeks & saying a prayer (I hope) in Arabic before I left. The road turned out to be the right choice - YAY!

Here is the next moment walking along the boardwalk with the sun setting on the ocean to my right:

Before I left Toronto, I said to a few of Dad's friends that I hoped to feel like home at some point. I meant that I hoped to be comfortable in my new environs to the point that it feels like my homeland of Guyana - the I understand the pace of the place.

Today I do.

The avenues on which I walked from town are laid out much like home. I have seen people out in the afternoon promenading the boardwalk; Teenagers are sporting the latest fashions (western & eastern)and either liming in the cinema parking lot or outside the Q-snack; lovers are perched on the seawall, each trying to get a private spot; old men are sitting on benches watching the young people walk by; vendors are selling roasted nuts, fresh, hot donuts with lemon curd spread inside & tops rubbed in coarse sugar, & kettle fried chips served in cardboard cones. All of this along the shores of the Atlantic.

I may not understand a word around me, but I feel more at home today than any other!

I don't care where you come from, you know these images & if you are from a land near water, then you know them all! If I have brought a tear to your eye, don't worry, there were a couple in mine.

To my Bequian friend who always wondered what I was scribbling every night when we 1st met ... it was impressions like these.

To my newest friend to whom I told that I was sentimental ... voilą!

Here are some of the photos that I took on my walk ... 
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carbnqun
carbnqun on

Seawall memories
I think of the women in saris and their spouses from India strolling on our seawall maybe this is exactly how they felt a common ocean or other body of water away from their motherland.

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