I’m sitting in my bed drinking my mint tea, with my oils covering my body, looking at Pinterest Morrocan bedroom decor. I think this place is the one that has impacted me the most. It’s not like the other cities we have visited this year, and I’m not sure why. Maybe because it was so different. But it has left the biggest imprint on my heart.
I said the words on the bus ride home, but now I’m starting to believe them. “We won’t know the impact this trip has had until years to come.” I wonder if other people will be able to see the difference in the same way they comment that my face is tan when they first see me. Can they see that something is different beyond the surface?
When I smell orange blossom it will make me think of the bathroom in Marrakech and the waiter who pour our mint tea over his head.
I will cook Tagine for myself and friends and remember the meals we ate in back ally restaurants, rooftops, and cliffs on the beach.
I will introduce friends and family to mint tea and invite them for tea time to sit and talk in the afternoon.
I will decorate my home and wardrobe with colors and patterns that make you want to dance and sing.
I will add surfing to my list of hobbies and feel the ache in my shoulder where I fell after each wave.
I will feel a pull on my heart when I see a woman wearing a head covering and think of the call to prayer in the middle of the day.
I will give myself a Hammam once a week with my little scrubby sponge and remember the spiritual cleaning I saw and experienced.
I’ll think of that man in the Medina and my painting I won when I am negotiating for a house or car or my next big purchase.
I will wish I was paying less every time I order a juice smoothie and miss the creamy texture and cute boy handing it to me.
In the same way my body is now processing all the food we ate, my mind and soul are processing everything we consumed in 7 days.
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