I just threw out my crumbled-up piece of paper that has my gluten-intolerance status written in Arabic. My kids insisted that the bread was nothing to miss, but oh, the pastries…

On a few relatively long car trips, the conversations were delightfully different than those in my community of senior citizens. And we played word games, all new to me—managed by college senior Leo.

At my advanced age, I managed to resist buying all the wonderful, colorful items—after all I just got rid of things.  On the other hand, the newly-weds bought enough to make up for my lack of spending.

And finally, a couple of challenges:  The person in the Information Booth in the Casablanca airport could not direct us to the train to the center of the city!  (We found it.)  We then left the center city by train for Fez with reserved seats, but people were sitting in them. Therefore, three of the four of us had to sit in seats that others had tickets for, but we held our ground, indicating that someone was in our seats. Not such a great start.

All in all, a journey worth taking.