It amazes me how hesitant I am about opening up and letting the literary need flow out onto paper/screen in cyberspace. I love to write, I am a passionate writer...yet blogging has been a learned challenge. I hope to remedy this from this post forth!
recollecting the vision of Morocco:
As I exited the flight, there was a round man standing at about 5'5" holding a small white sign directing us to the VIP section. My shoes made a quite clink as I walked, step over step to a secluded door. I hesitantly handed over my passport to a man who quickly walked out of the room leaving us to soft leather couches and green tea brewed with fresh mint and much sugar. ( a wonderful daily occurrence throughout my ventures in Morocco as tea is tradition, and those who know me, well my soul is not complete without tea to say the least).
The small tubular glasses that the tea called home warmed my hands and my heart and within minutes I felt a comfort and almost, as the saying goes, at home. The delicately engraved silver tea pot with a 6 inch long spout came to refill my disappearing liquids. The smell of slow brewed tea leaves can not pass through your olfactory glands without causing an unintended smile, and yes they are contagious, and the tea pourer knew precisely why a smile crossed my face at that moment...and then I understood the custom of tea to strangers. It crosses the language barrier and causes warmth between cultures with no use of words or heavy explanation, just a simple sip will do!
I hope you get the chance to enjoy a great cup of tea today, I am off to have one!
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