When my son Seth and his wife Dani who live in Brazil invited me to travel with them after they came to the U.S. for Thanksgiving AND said I could choose the place to go, I was thrilled. 

As I catch my breath after two weeks away, I can’t believe all we packed into that time.  Here’s how it went: 

–Train from Boston to NYC for two days to attend a party so that Seth’s friends who couldn’t make it to São Paulo for their wedding could meet his wife Dani. 

–Train to DC with Seth and Dani, and then a drive to Deep Creek Lake in western Maryland for Thanksgiving with son Jeremy’s family. 

–Drive to Baltimore airport. 

–Fly to Morocco and visit Fez and Marrakech and more, including a road trip down the coast stopping at El Jadida and Essaouira.

 –Fly to Paris. Seth and Dani off to Brazil and I head home. (Oh, I forgot to mention that Jeremy’s senior in college son Leo tagged along. but saved his 3-day camel trip until the rest of us had departed.)

I write these words, still jet-lagged, but grateful.  A memorable adventure for this 80-something.

P.S. In my last post about three airports, I left out one, so the total was actually four. (A jet-lagged error!)