So, so very busy!!
I am here, a little. I have spent so much time getting my photos on FB that there’s never time enough to come here and jot my thoughts – my REAL thoughts.
The trip. Still reeling and I’m so behind at my real job. Ugh. Story of my life.
I’d been to every other city before, but Marrakech? OH Marrakech was new and completely unique. I’ve never been/seen/smelled/experienced anything like it.
I believe (as many have said) that you either love Marrakech or you hate it. The people are friendly, but if you let them, they will take complete advantage of the fact that you know nothing about what you’re doing…if you don’t know what you’re doing.
We had a guide for much of the trip (VERY much worth it because we were on a mission), and he was perfect. Even though we had guide books and had mapped out our excursions, we still needed someone to guide us through the souks (shopping stalls) and alleyways of the medina (city center).
There’s so much to write, but some things just come straight to the surface.
Everything is colorful, yet covered with a layer of dust. The air is warm and spicy. There are children everywhere. The medina is literally a maze of tiny, tiny alleyways where one is supposed to get lost. The night market is unbelievable! It’s dizzying!
I tried to dress fairly conservatively and respectfully and still managed to have my ass grabbed more times in one evening than I’ve had probably in my whole life combined (even during that time in Junior High when I was forced to walk a gauntlet of teenage boys). I was told that there are people who come into the night market from all over the country. Many are farmers and country folk who have never seen women who aren’t wearing burkas and they tend to go a little crazy. We were swarmed by men at one point (a little scary), and I thought they might try to pick pocket, but all they really wanted to do was ass-grab. Apparently, the larger your butt, the more they want.
I want to write so much more. I always want to write more and more!! I hope I get the time to come here and write it alllll out.
So very, very nice to come home to Sexy Pants. I am so deeply in love with him. I don’t even know the right words to describe it. I know I can’t convey it properly here. I didn’t know I could ever be so close to someone. I’m so excited about where this is going. He tells me the same thing. We talk about forever.
And yes, of course I’m trying to keep my wits about me. Of course there is the issue of his son (who is currently in treatment in our state). We don’t know exactly what is going to happen with The Sitch, but I’m rolling with it for now. Every day, we reassess the situation. It truly is day-by-day. I know that certain things may affect our relationship, but we have agreed to take things as they come. Of course, Sexy Pants wants the best for everyone involved, including his ex-wife (who is not very cooperative and is a true control freak).
Sexy Pants is ALL about talking things through. He wants and values my opinions. He asks me questions, takes my feelings into account, and is such a great negotiator. He is very skilled at “managing expectations”.
I know this sounds businesslike, but it’s also squishy, gooey lovey-dovey.
I adore him. I can’t describe how very much.
In other news, did I tell you this? I found out that EXMS is indeed married now. His marriage record is public. So he got married and had a baby, all in the course of one month!! I finally have perspective, and I’m so very glad I dodged that one. I guess it just goes to show that anything is possible and some things are not worth practically killing yourself over.
The contrast between the relationship I had with him to the relationship I have with Sexy Pants is startling, shocking, and stunning. I feel a little foolish for falling so hard for EXMS. Yes, I did love him, but it’s NOTHING like the love that I feel for SP.
OK. Time to make the donuts.
I love you more than cinnamon ones! XO
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