In 2008, part of our sabbatical trip was a several day visit to Morocco, visiting a few cities, villages and an overnight ride into the dessert.
Lesson learned: people are people wherever they live, needing shelter and food and love; heights are only as scarey as you let them be; travel opens the mind, the heart and the soul; new food is fun to try; and there’s no place like home.
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