tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80716833858211065412024-03-07T04:16:41.064-05:00"It's All Happening"p. lane - almost famousbbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-20969253939266992272010-11-07T07:36:00.003-05:002010-11-07T07:46:53.468-05:00The emotions can take place all at once, randomly or never. For years the hope, or perhaps it’s a thought, the payback will happen. The suffering has been unbearable. Birth of the suffering starts young. Over years it increases and decreases depending on the levels of involvement. Crying, fighting, and trying to be strong. <br />“Strong”, mentally!! <br /><br />For the majority of people this takes years to develop. How does a child achieve it in their first decade of life? They can’t…..<br />What they can do is ignore, block, and push down what the not yet “strong” part of them cannot conquer. <br /><br />Remember the few times that created smiles :)<br />Try and forget all the promises that were never kept, an insurmountable number :(<br /><br />The teenager arrives in the 2nd decade. The “know it all”, able to talk back and speak what partly is on their mind. The attempt to try in some way to mend what already has gone far beyond mending. The cards, letters, excuses whatever it takes to try and gain a morsel back of what the relationship must have been, at one point, VERY early in life.<br /><br />Stories have been told about that VERY early time. The joy of arrival and the pleasure it brought, if only temporary, to so many people who have, each in their own unique way, been suffering for years. <br /><br />Time to fly, leave the nest, leave it all behind. HUGE sigh….an escape. Don’t speak to soon. There is never an escape. One progresses through the college years – “the name of the institution unknown for the entire duration”. Aren’t they proud of such an accomplishment? The first one to achieve what the others have not. <br />NO they are not….<br /><br />An adult, in some sense of the word, develops. The child becomes the adult and the adult seems to constantly revert back to their immature, adolescent ways. Once you are unhappy, they are so very happy. Narcissistic Behavior Disorder is the one that seems to be the best description. Everyone harbors some type of disorder – right?<br />Give up, just give up, it’s time.<br /><br />Fast forward to the 4th decade. It has happened, others have known for ages. Those who matter the most have not, nothing new in this story. You can feel the ache in your heart, you can cry, scream, laugh, talk, drink, run, but in the end one will do what has been happening since decade 1 - - ignore, block, and push down what the “still” not yet “strong” part of the person cannot conquer.bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-35511441513122656672009-12-19T18:15:00.009-05:002009-12-19T18:26:40.007-05:00NO - NO - NO<span style="font-size:180%;">I hate it,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I hate it,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I hate the snow!!<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Someone please, </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Please make it gooooooo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">A blanket of white, </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Sooooooo not right......</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417091101887786658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsNZR1oY6hwVs2kLkHoAcDCy79rSUt_5QieJV3LR9tpUssMBuYjh3ZfmhjSWi-GIpbTA8P4i-7OjX02xyFUBM78jDDaoh5HLp5YKhWVHdo4ufUJtVXyW33naQURTvThicU5lUjk7TSpLE/s400/ihs.jpg" />bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-19330661852271540322009-09-20T16:39:00.022-04:002009-09-20T17:19:51.505-04:00REFLECTIONWriting in this space that exists in the middle of nowhere is an interesting place to be, a place that I often feel I live in.<br /><br />Labor Day 2009 marks 1 year that I have been back in America.<br /><br />Still in PA, still without a job of any real significance. I have, called and e-mail and followed-up again and again with so many people, people in high positions. Zero luck. I now sit at a desk 8 hours a day and listen to people who don’t even know me getting angry with me for something I have no control over.<br /><br />It’s a job I keep telling myself, a little bit of money to put in the wallet. Money to buy my wine from time to time and keep my sanity. O right and make my car payment. 1st time in my life that I actually had to buy a car. The years and years of company cars have come to an end.<br /><br />I live in a space, not my space, not a bed but in a room, not a bedroom. I do have a roof over my head for that I am thankful.<br /><br />I have reunited with people who I have not seen in over 20 years. I have met new people that I am so very thankful are now in my life. Others who I wish never entered my life because they are so cruel and so one way. It’s humbling, stifling, boring, and saddening some days. Other days it just time that passes.<br /><br />I have learned new skills on jobs that I would never have thought I could have done in my life. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hydrolazers</span></span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Isophase</span></span>, Alter X, Condenser Bay, Turbine, and Dosimeter. Words that were foreign to me are now part of my ever expanding vocabulary. A month of “<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Silkwood</span></span>”!!<br /><br />Looking on the positive side of the road. I run, I am running again, I run fast, the fastest I have ever run in my whole life. I’<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span></span> won medals and trophies. Will I ever be on the level of elite – <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span></span> not by a long shot. Will I ever be able to understand<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pre</span></span> Jr. or get that high…not so much but it feels good on a certain level. I am finally fit…to others, in their eyes. In my head is a different story. Damn you ED.<br /><br />Don’t ever say “yous” or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Illi</span></span>”noise” or “<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">TAger</span></span>” or “<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ain</span></span>’t”. Keep your grammar and accent in check. You worked hard to get out and now you will have to work even HARDER to get out again.<br /><br /><br />People who think they have authority over you will someday come to the realization who you are and what you have to offer. Worldly, ambitious, savvy, adventurous, not afraid and ready to go at a moments notice.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383659636816034994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvqzxHthrrAYnrAT5psNlekiQmF79rywtYKaILnuI9hWaRZvmk0GsY3FVDxxthFhZz6o-KExmWEstkczZLheB01Kvl6uF4tAZRTrHv0VdeqYj49ss9XZ7pF4YgYtYx0L0ARj2bULEDuA/s400/JURE.jpg" />bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-33430693565397658942009-01-10T21:05:00.007-05:002009-01-10T21:17:35.983-05:00What A Long Strange Trip It's BeenTo all readers who have followed my blog from the beginning I THANK YOU. I am honored and grateful that you would spend your precious time reading my thoughts and feelings. For a first time blogger I believe I can say it has served its purpose. I was able to keep my family and friends informed of what was taking place on my fabulous journey. It’s a shame no one was able to experience it with me. See 1st hand where I lived and get a dose of an amazing culture. I received some very interesting comments and was introduced to people who I was unaware would even bother looking at my measly blog.<br /><br />As all things do this too must come to an end. My Moroccan adventure is over and I guess I should say MY adventure is over for NOW. Well - wait - - does it ever really end? I will always keep hope deep in my heart that someday soon I will travel extensively again. That I will be given the opportunity or lucky enough to be able to do what I am so very passionate about. Humanitarian work speaks volumes to me. What Angelina, Oprah and Bono do for those less fortunate would be my dream job. A crazy comparison I realize but none the less it gets my point across. A few million dollars might help also? I will continue to search and research that avenue because I know it will fill my soul. I will feel as if I am finally doing something that has purpose and meaning. A way to keep my inner fire burning.<br /><br />Wishing you all a 2009 that is lived at risk because you decide to pursue your dreams, rather than just dreaming them....<br /><br />Happy New Year<br />BESLEMMA<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289853341996770562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXq_kI4ipE-3xY5iV0xutOOcrsvnxpo94aXJmQapCII7BtE6bb1eryXLIxx1yifRUiczW8gSWie2IDsvAWsXHgEHT_3bFgHBWrEIIQM0p0q4ogCTFS-sqbKbyIitPKuRXz1tcrDSHwP0/s400/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" />bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-89504898899037721202008-12-22T08:25:00.013-05:002008-12-22T08:47:19.481-05:00Beyond ColdThis is soooo not right and the sad part it that temp. is not even correct it's currently 8:30AM and 5 degrees. Who in their right mind would ever want to live in such conditions? My body certainly is not made for this weather. Yesterday was the Winter Solstice and it has come on full force.<br /><div><div><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282607880672782610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3mpjGSFxwN7Tm2WjNLZefVGSuTeyXvzfzBFMwItTVGVdoeCj2c1RJ7uAGZ5bwDsyZ4aO0tTiIk-29Vh5X4yVv9OwkiRd8QhqtpY4B48cGK1jzDZCDNFvmU10QsIdA0UUyNwK1MTDBwA/s320/PC210388.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Friday was a snow day for "the kids" and the subs -yahoo!! I decided to search sites of places that were warm-HOT, had green grass, blue water and sand. It's 65 in Morocco today. My positive spirit resides in those temps.</p><p>The backyard in Sugarloaf, PA</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282608825428240658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJMcCkHs5LyfBq7rVS_4Uf6b3nDgJpiTbrVNL-QGPSpABiVyjgab2LAzqAMu3-NqnbDuM2rsru71fSfXTJTTH6ErydmjeTgQEKCUqdgxAhEgDEiazIEI9GnizZq24-8V4DqtAUPKVu-8/s320/PC190383.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282607552231022738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTJZ71VT_3AD06kb-qay_nBw0FP2DKbhpq6nWRlJxHCavQE4dC2rt5xawuFpKd8IOHUaZmRbxIUQpk5wyQEW9yCaGbZPmjDoWZzI2WAbjy9cFxsVFxQZyq3bx6ml-aPmODLscGcL8d2c/s320/PC190385.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282608352811612578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrsrBv9SYXAUayj_hA9PJFfVxyOpJjPW8570CAS5OHveTi1qHqiWGI8JdFc2bv9sGmUub2WZ_-qWf2KiuvddJXRyRpMtAzJXagkWkdqwxb9cvX4MGDVq_FLo56NNSnS8LXqgr27STkjk/s320/PC190386.JPG" border="0" />bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-11690770518207166852008-12-07T11:46:00.008-05:002008-12-07T12:31:51.864-05:00REFLECTIONBitter cold winter weekends in PA leave a lot of time to think and/or reflect. It's in the 20's here with a light dusting of snow on the grass and trees. People all over are getting ready for the holiday. My Moms house sits next to a Christmas Tree farm so people have been up and down the long drive all weekend. Cutting, dragging, and securing their dream tree on their vehicles, and did I mention FREEZING! I must admit upfront I have never been a holiday person. I know BA-HUM-BUG....blah, blah, blah. Today the house is being decorated and I would rather do anything else then help decorate. However the alternative is to go outside.<br /><div>No Thank You! As I type this I am sitting at the computer with a wool sweater, wools socks and a ski hat on, pathetic I know. Thus my love of HOT Mediterranean weather.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Back to Reflection.</div><div> </div><div>Over the years I have written down several quotes that have spoken to my soul. </div><div>I'd like to share some with you.</div><br /><div>1996:</div><br /><div>"There is a luxury in being quiet in the heart of chaos."-virginia wolf</div><br /><div>"Sometimes it takes years to really grasp what has really happened to your life."<br />-william rudolph</div><br /><div>"To sense when it's time to go is so hard-to leave a secure thing, a loving thing." "But that's what'll preserve the friendship. If you go past that time, you sacrifice it....." "But it's hard. </div><div><em>It is so hard</em>."-lili taylor</div><br /><div></div><div>2003</div><br /><div>"Love your incredibly unique life, it is very short."-john olm</div><br /><div>"Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my cham friends."-25th hour</div><br /><div>"Hope and imagination are only consolations for the disappointments and sorrows of experience."-italo calvino</div><br /><div>"The earth turned to bring us closer it turned on itself and in us until it finally brought us together in this dream." - 21grams</div><br /><div>200?</div><br /><div>"There are many things in life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart pursue those."-unknown</div><br /><div>2008</div><br /><div>"Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman." "Always"-khaled hosseini</div><br /><div>And my newest favorite - - </div><br /><div>"Deliver me from him who does not tell the truth unless he stings,and from the man of good conduct and bad intentions, and from him who acquires self-esteem by finding fault in others."-kahlil gibran</div><br /><div>The tree has arrived, Blue Spruce, and it smells amazing..........</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277101456949039874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWlfHNDY_QetI_Nbfoz4TSnVB8TJ3dSh9LPesVUlLPwdpV1z22VxlT21WjB2hqEjKMdms7Vkm9RgyRnUfFxZ8ZgmrIYDTjNT4rQTlPm_pFmrsxmRuIcpsBXtTc5Ogc4FGud_IBBTQlgA/s320/BlueSpruce.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-81846201500073008492008-11-13T16:23:00.011-05:002008-11-13T16:58:37.390-05:00It Can't Be Over YetDo you ever feel you’re in spiral motion waiting for the spinning to stop and it never does? Since December 2007 I have been living in that spiral. Hoping, praying that it will stop or at least slow down and allow me to get out. I made it through July and then came August I don’t think I will ever look at August the same again. I took a trip overseas for 3 weeks the place was incredibly beautiful but the situation was sometimes unbearable. I met some remarkable people who I know will be my friends forever and I feel so thankful to have them in my life, others I met well……<br /><div><div><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268258530584034994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYoC4eLSlUy0gU8XQOiPjNZJaAiALgtHeqg_ivtJwR6jH6p0zki2uAidqQIZ19emPsbDiHKMaXKJJAAGPtbhIcQ5g5_OJaPtRpkB0oHiID7sbDpE2UDZ9yrlTsVl9WqoHcpYfDdjCr80/s400/P8100245.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268259306405393666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvmlq_0UZPOdMXJ_Ett4-_haXHyBEzHNzVD8G1pSLC3B8WexyH-n638C8_c83WAFo-acY5Ci874_xuIBqR3mIb4imEJ0Wd96KK-yvR59njiNjq6FouI4LA-2EffZBd7zgDi6bQBSPY4A/s400/P8120253.JPG" border="0" /><br />I was O so tan and enjoying the weather to the fullest but even for me the lover of sea, sun and sand I was forced to take breaks because my body was baking like a pie. Daily drinks, tons of food, late nights and not enough exercise makes Beth not on her “A” game.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268259780516599954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjz05o8Ow6jGrz5I6-AXixLBQPOwtjMftfsNX3_GUTo5u4g2ScjKrqnV6CCQfF0B_fX4tNqwhv1mM4ZANCOJ1oR3-LawCce0WbhJUdjZbCxX5QTLm_vT55qLWZHli0M00cF5n-N2z52Kg/s400/P8100250.JPG" border="0" /><br />Labor Day I was back in America unexpected by most but maybe not out of the question to others. Living in PA again but this time with Mom. My brother had the little one early on but now she is back in the nest. I guess at the end of the day the return was inevitable – it was too much, a chore, uncomfortable, it bucked the norm. 2 of us within a span of 6 months must have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now it’s the 3 of us - in the tiny homestead, it will be challenging but we need to stick together because we only have each other. I never would have thought at this stage in my life I would be spending so much quality time with my Mother let alone living with her, it’s almost surreal.<br /><div><br />November and I am still in PA how did this happen – ha? The job market is worse than ever, no breaking news to anyone! October I took on the role of substitute teaching in the Hazleton Area School District. I could not spend another day in the house doing nothing except chores. I was going stir crazy. The majority of my classes have been at a school very close to my Mom’s house. I have had classes from K-8 and everyday is a very different experience. I have a new found respect for teachers and the rigors they take on daily. I would have thought kindergarten would be a breeze. Cute, adorable 5 year olds certainly cannot be as challenging as hormonal 7th and 8th graders. Boy was I wrong. Out of 3 different KG classes I would have to say that 1 of them was the toughest day I have had so far since I started subbing. I can’t remember if this is how I felt about subs when I was in school. Was I ever as disrespectful to teachers as the teenagers at VEMS are to me? I certainly hope not….</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On a high note for November the Thorn Girls came to the East Coast. It was excellent to spend much needed bonding time with them. My girl KR-is-Ten, there is no other like her. The weekend turned out to be a mini Hafey reunion with our crew. Laughter, tears and a WHOLE LOT of kids....... </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268261913116472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2stLpUzbo7B7_9rS8M368LTndWz69-mzepccbNu7G8pZIhWygMkoXLTZu-f81YMXsVPpJiQLwbWnf7w0jnFS3IaW8LZeNQAdunaQJuxeUS0BABJzRWNfvivrMeMigk4-h790_x941tE/s400/100_2681.JPG" border="0" /><br />Direction: a word that seems to be missing from my vocabulary of late. Up and Down, Back and Forth, Round and Round but no straight path leading to anywhere. I guess its life but it’s so very tiring and at times frustrating. When you pour yourself into something you expect or can only hope for desired results. After all these years I should realize for me that is not an option.<br /><div><br />I am keeping my fingers crossed, everything crossed, that my journey begins again soon. </div><div>It’s now so deep in my veins/soul it seems impossible to let go of.</div></div></div></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-70077797115527226102008-11-12T21:26:00.008-05:002008-11-12T21:40:22.073-05:00STAY TUNED.......I will be back VERY soon with some news/updates!<br /><br /><div>To be honest there has been so much going on I don't even know where the time has gone.</div><div>July, my last post, really......?? </div><div> </div><div></div><div>oh the horrors - sorry (dink) :0(</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267965911213833506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq2nQVFK5A8xIiYJW9I9hS49pu8NDd-_m7ZoTkLKoFeyRfTI2Kq9ohjTjidwaWPMkk2if4WXjoYjKSihqFM6xy97LL8e4QJcxjEltEnjTAJnJ5uxUAPVU5piuN3zmBaOcATOSxoKwiGU/s400/pump.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-78966848239676633302008-07-04T16:18:00.009-04:002008-07-25T11:53:48.553-04:00<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>4th of July wishes to the crew in Morocco</strong><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br />Let's talk about Independence.....this has been my week to fully experience it.<br />My heart still resides in Morocco. I have been back in the states solo now since May 14th. Living with family and riding the roller coaster of life once again.<br />Spending 7 days with nothing more then your mind and wine certainly opens your eyes to many things. I made some good, which i am very proud of, decisions this week (thanks b) and others that remain questionable, also I hit a small pothole that didn't make the week any easier.<br />My family is on vacation in CT and Cape Cod. The annual 4th of July party at Cape Hoop. The west coast crew decided to make the trip this year too. I'm sure it's a blast.<br />One of my choices - to not go..........<br />Daily I search for a job, e-mail resumes, network, and make phone calls. It's a very humbling time and I would not wish it on anyone. This is hands down the worst time to be unemployed in the states. Damn I should have gotten on that plane.<br />I was very close to getting an interview at <a href="http://www.gwa.ac.ma/">GWA</a> in Casa. The job was to be the Admissions Officer at the school. However they decided last week the candidate needs to speak French - CRAP. It would have been a super job! They are keeping me posted if anything else comes up. The director is awesome and would love for me to come over for a visit and to meet the team. I recently found out there are now direct flights from JFK to Casa so WHY NOT! It would be as simple as a jaunt to the West Coast.<br /><br />I wish I could tell you stories and adventures but they will be on hold for awhile.<br />I'm not giving up yet on going back or.......to "another spot" for my next adventure!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">Happy Summer !!</span></strong>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-85246468436470203732008-04-22T07:55:00.020-04:002008-04-22T08:16:32.673-04:00Congrats To The Men of Morocco112TH BOSTON MARATHON<br />Monday, April 21, 2008<br />DISTANCE - 26 miles, 385 yards (42.195 Kilometers)<br /><br />2008 Top Men Finishers<br />1. Robert K. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cheruiyot</span> - KEN - 2:07:46<br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Abderrahime</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bouramdane</span> - MAR - 2:09:04<br />3. Khalid El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Boumlili</span> - MAR - 2:10:35</span></strong><br /><br />Many Many Congrats also to everyone who was part of TNT this year.<br />WAY TO GO - I MISS YOU ALL!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192038471562495074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGKdkGwW2XzRCCT74yZz5UlHKY7l_OVnzvUBcaY1utgATnOENLymmc7Feibledk-n4vvHy2RoiQLmgoF2Q566rqyb5gFyxeQrn4l8FYLBKiCvyrobPGggzz_txW6hTdkJmqKKsfEWKpvU/s400/baa+logo.gif" border="0" />bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-87353136177304104042008-04-20T07:36:00.004-04:002008-04-20T07:44:35.676-04:00Rain, Rain, GO AWAYSince last Thursday "happy birthday" to me. Nothing, I mean nothing has gone right. It has been a non-stop week of one bad thing after another. The Black Cloud will not go away.<br />I hope this is not a peek at how my "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">XXth</span>" year on this planet is going to be!<br /><br />To top it off it is not only raining like mad in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tanger</span> but we are getting HAIL.....<br />What in the world?? Thunder, Lightening and Hail on April 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> in Morocco.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">TIA</span></strong>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-49519955340260791742008-04-19T17:39:00.007-04:002008-04-19T18:07:53.776-04:00So Much To TellI am back in Morocco living in the bustling city of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tanger</span>.<br />It's been a little over a month since I arrived.<br />Today I spent half the day in a Moroccan police station. I wish I had my camera with me.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191079961292495714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishk9_4kckayEhOqWB8Bjs9lNyFuVO-5cIcKPndxiIOPoeyZzknnyfNvuhhu0e1dEBFO5PKOTy678q_Av6bH5lbOnbaD96KrwNjkKDnasQ6_JMCDx-jUG-DIutflIGLvr_DSQDVGXQ9Uc/s400/2401_B.jpg" border="0" /><br />Sunday I was headed to Gran <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Canaria</span> for a weeks vacation but due to today's events that trip is cancelled.<br /><br />Now I have no excuse with a free week(other then a side trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Casa</span> Blanca) ahead of me to fill you all in........bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-81309570740048641062008-03-08T22:07:00.010-05:002008-03-08T22:54:55.960-05:00Is It MARCH AlreadyVery Soon - YES - VERY SOON I will be back to tell stories and share adventures. The past few months have been...well honestly, I don't have or know the right words. No excuses, No apologies just a <strong>BIG</strong> bump in the road or should I say in my life!?<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>I'm on the move again and today has been one of the worst travel days I think I have experienced. So much so that I will arrive a full 24 hours past the time I was originally due in my FINAL destination.</div><br /><div>Tomorrow is a new day - HAPPY SUNDAY!</div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175584488340372370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPYxROXYmxJPnnB4qpfB2HlXWT6bQeSwCmUHGkDEMGZ3uJL05P2mxLt7oIkcj6ZUAyAssChWoNcvYleNQzNTBZ6yztJTE9qzH_EDXwTTmme2NmWTCOKhz3rqauD3QJIBureozfKD2Bzk/s320/Gerber-Daisies-I-Print-C10097925%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-90854593768421939122008-01-17T21:55:00.000-05:002008-01-17T22:38:29.222-05:00TIME, TIME, TIMEIt's been ages.......I know. What can I say I am a huge procrastinator when it comes to writing this blog. It's almost stressful for me sometimes.<br /><br />It's the new year and new things are happening in my life. I've been back in the states for a month now. Visiting, driving, flying, riding on trains and trying to survive the cold.<br />God how I <strong>truly</strong> detest this weather!!<br /><br />What's next? I wish I could answer that myself. Limbo is an interesting place to be. No home, no firm roots, my computer, my suitcases and ME.<br /><br />Since December 15th I've been on the move - -<br />Morocco<br />Spain<br />Massachusetts<br />Connecticut<br />New Jersey<br />Pennsylvania<br />New Jersey<br />Pennsylvania<br />Massachusetts<br />California and the journey continues.<br /><br />February will be a "warm" month for me with Sea and Sand.<br />2 new places to discover and add to my list-can't wait.<br /><br />This photo was taken from the terrace of my apartment in Morocco - YB#33<br />Look closely, your not seeing double!! (i need to brush up on my photo skills)<br /><br />I Miss You Morocco<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156651004695968418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2CBlSCGzzHYE8ASE5QRzyjBFko1Le_hQlM4QquMBsShxRYeP1LiconFvXL-ESxGOGBlb8Zkj-e0V0FI6EKNWLz6G4BRguA4fXmrozx6Okkuk2hemMPbu-CTHK53ZRmZ6qugv4bdtcus/s400/PB020283.JPG" border="0" /><br />Before my departure from Morocco I made <strong>absolutely</strong> sure I went to the place I had always dreamed of visiting - Marrakesh......the trip was incredible.<br />Only one thing was missing, getting to meet "My Marrakesh".<br />I'll save that for next time when I will definitely stay at the "Peacock Pavilions"bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-28218308046730996752007-12-02T09:50:00.000-05:002007-12-02T11:14:04.697-05:00SUNSHINEI know I promised a post on Thanksgiving which is way overdue but I thought I would warm your soul first - sorry I can't take away the chill that has covered the East Coast but maybe I can make you feel what I am right now.<br /><div></div><br /><div>It's almost 3:00 Sunday afternoon and thankfully I did not have a viewing trip today. I am "semi-quarantined" to my apt, which is another story in itself.... I am seated on one of my kitchen chairs on the very small terrace in the front of my apartment. On the terrace with me is my laundry rack where my oh so soft yellow sheets have been drying in the Sun all day. I hear the call to prayer in the background and can see a few men across the way playing a game of some sort on another terrace. It's a very quiet day here in Ylara Beach. Jess and Erik have been in London since Friday and the rest of the group well who knows I generally don't. I see a few clouds on the horizon but other then that it's an absolute blue sky......the sun is beaming down on my face and trying to give me a touch of color since I am once again white. Is it truly December 3rd.....what a glorious day. If I could send a ray of this warmth to each one of you that mean so much to me I would do it in a second. Stay warm today even if it's exists only in your mind and with thoughts of Morocco. Happy Sunday!!</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139409232119950818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkp1D-WHu2eyXrSjGiApJmE2H8kLIdvUCGHIi-UOByFTlysJy8R9t-eeAi_H5F7Vq2rin_yAwy8yVD8sfDkK9M0PpjRmU3WGbOWJxaw8V3BVl9Lr36yV9lPesUPRuZIs-kqOw0F88Y140/s400/sun_prev.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>Thanksgiving was uneventful and a typical night with a ton of food and way too many very loud kids. I appeared with Jess and Erik and disappeared with Jess as soon as we possibly/politely could. The End.</div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-18777495380242315242007-11-22T05:16:00.000-05:002007-11-22T05:42:26.972-05:00An Abundance Of ThanksToday is Thanksgiving in America.<br /><div>I can smell my Mother's Pumpkin Pie baking in the oven without even being there. </div><div>This evening we are having a dinner at a co-workers villa. A gathering of all the Americans who work for Compass. I am thankful to be able to share in the celebration.</div><br /><div></div><div>It will be a strange Holiday season for me. </div><div>This will be the first time in my "xx" years that I will not be celebrating with my family.</div><div>I am thankful they will be together and can share the Holiday.</div><div>I have asked them to eat double portions for me.......</div><br /><div></div><div>I have a "Jack B Little" on my desk which I received as a gift and it makes me smile everyday.</div><div>I am thankful for the people in my life who do small things which keep my spirits up.</div><br /><div></div><div>Enjoy the day with your family and friends!!</div><div>Happy, Happy Thanksgiving From Morocco.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135612243891012802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Y-Pp0Ex3vBXIjJeXAILdH7F72ydj10FD3Htz1vLr1ONSTxf5GQrviHjEqwoPbURZAVBa-tw5yUDkTad_30Ceq1z8ce67RgOH11MbxGH0xTkANKUgrNwMAtdujc6PwtDtEZ5RZMXFNdM/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-6464790852027814172007-11-08T13:08:00.000-05:002007-11-08T14:10:06.533-05:00ahhhhh....AsilahAnother day trip taken "the day after" my trip to Chefchaouen.<br /><br />WHOOPS - how could I forget......<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">CONGRATULATIONS </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">"RED SOX" <span style="color:#330000;">&</span> <span style="color:#000099;">"PATRIOTS"</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">My trip was taken on a Sunday once again during Ramadan but it was a beautiful day and teh shops and restaurants were all open. Asilah is a very artsy seaside town approximately 40 minute south of Tanger on the Atlantic. Bye-Bye beautiful Blue Mediterranean. There were many art galleries and stores with one of a kind pottery and candle holders. A new found place for me to shop.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I bought a very Moroccan hand painted bedside table and a very cool pair of leather flip-flops. </div><br /><div align="left">I also met 2 wonderful people. A very pleasant, attractive young Moroccan girl name Safae who was selling unique Moroccan clothes and bags designed by a women in Tanger. She spoke incredible English and was very well educated. The store was tiny but was decorated to perfection, less is more. The name of the store in Tanger is boutique "EXCENTRICA", which I tracked down a week later.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The 2nd person I met was Tarik. I was up the alley a bit trying to make a deal on a bedside table when my hear caught the sound of Tracy Chapman. What are the chances?? While the cabinet maker was still chewing on the deal I offered I decided to give him a few minutes and follow that music.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">A few paces down the voice of Miss Chapman became louder. I entered a very small room which had several hand-painted tiles displayed. Next to this room was the artist's workshop and who knows perhaps his home as well. A young boy with dreadlocks walked in behind me and I praised him on his choice of music. The language barrier jumped right out but I was able to get by with the few words of Arabic I know. His name was Tarik and his small gallery spoke volumes. I bought 2 of his tiles - 1 "which may be a photo of him" a surfer with board in tow and another with my favorite number on it. He wrapped them up for me, not in a plastic or paper bag but, in a vibrant colored page of an English magazine that was advertising beautiful furniture it was perfect. I asked him if I could take some photos of his workshop, you will see those in the slide show. Take a close look - very interesting.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It was a nice day out and a place I will absolutely visit again!</div><br /><div align="left">I hope you <a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8IYtGjRqzbMU-">Enjoy The Journey</a> as much as I did.</div><br /><div align="left"></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-87642677518083631732007-10-24T22:47:00.000-04:002007-10-24T23:02:06.734-04:00SOX - ROXMy internet is FINALLY back after being out at my apartment for almost 3 weeks, in the nick of time I might add! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125101817357731682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituHVYrO8ypFA7aGBmj0S4X1fzzCpqQOAAfvyrbnq2D2T0jfHJ_u9V7MEbAR-GqHbEuDXt7olw3sN2y7pFDrJOOVjFSiPtu65qBPUyujwmmUtCWfCEQ9-L_MLFJEZi1-63F9Yol0wS5O8/s400/ws+2007.jpg" border="0" />It’s 2:15 AM in Morocco and 10:15 PM on the East Coast but no matter where you are in the world it’s the bottom of the 4th at the 2007 World Series at Fenway Park in Boston. Tek just helped push the lead to 6-1. Jess and I started watching the game at her place on Slingbox at Midnight. After 2 innings it was time for her to go to bed since she has a manager’s meeting in the morning. We had been eating sweet-tarts all night that her Mom sent over in a Halloween care package. I am fully wired at this point. The internet strength I have is not strong enough to stream video so what’s a Red Sox Girl to do?<br />I’ve decided to purchase MLB Audio.<br />It’s perfect - - I am at this moment listening to WEEI and following ESPN Gamecast.<br /><br />When I was a very young girl I spent a large amount of time with my grandparents. I grew up as a Phillies Fan. The days of Mike Schmidt when the Phils rocked, he was my favorite. I would sit on the porch with my grandfather and listen to games on the radio. Between innings I would go into the backyard with my glove and throw pop-ups. This has just brought back so many memories for me.<br /><br />Jess, Erik and I all wore our Red Sox Garb to work today and plan to do so tomorrow as well. I had my very Red “socks” on also. Earlier in the evening I tucked the pants into the socks in honor of “33”. A friend of mine, HUGE Sox fan and East Boston native always use to say that you must wear the same outfit for every game of the series if the Sox are winning. It would be a jink if you didn’t……. Jess and Erik were not 100% on board with this but I may be able to sway them.<br /><br />The hardest part will be keeping the result of Game 1 a secret from them all day. Erik is going to watch the game after work and will not want to know the outcome. Good Luck with that my friend since we all LIVE on the internet.<br /><br />This weekend we’ll be making Red Sox Rally Pie (aka Boston Cream Pie) and getting very little sleep.<br /><br />Bottom of the 5th: 9-1 and my guy is up next.<br />I hope your enjoying the game as much as I am.<br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">GO SOX !!</span></strong><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125102715005896562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHKeUkPfCJ-UUzQ-bzl3ndlcC-Nj1W5_Uuoau9PZzSM7fMDMUZO7s6uIhT4bHmYqdQ9_cOJl1sDBwFw3_janc-iDtrNqr1ojUJ9P9ecrEh5CvnFP4VhqYAGlHJ9Zm2MGlNdohmWgVOXs/s400/sox+2007.jpg" border="0" /></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-45357920833069833242007-10-14T09:18:00.000-04:002007-10-14T10:25:05.679-04:00BLUE CITY<a href="http://lexicorient.com/morocco/chefchaouen.htm">Chefchaouen</a> is located approximately an hour and 1/2 from Cabo Negro. You can access Chefchaouen either by the mountain road or the scenic route which is the longer of the 2. Many of my co-workers have been to visit Chefchaouen on several occasions. Keep in mind the journeys always take place on the weekend when I can't go. Well... 2 weekends ago Erik's parents came to visit him and he was making the trip to show them the very beautiful, enchanting city. No VT's for me that weekend so I was free to go - whoo hoo. I drove my car and Jess rode with me so I would know how to get there on my own.<br /><br />Upon arrival and after parking we stepped out of our vehicles and as if by chance this wonderful man appeared. "Mohammed" a new one, not either one of the 2 Compass Mohammed's - - - like out Bob or Jim very popular name. This petite, well dressed, man spoke excellent English and was going to be our guide for the day. Jess and Erik had toured Chefcahaouen with Mohammed on their first visit accompanied by Ginger and Mike.<br /><br />It was a lovely day. Sunny and warm but not to hot and some of the sights were breathtaking. Although it was Ramadan you would not have know it in this small tourist town, it was buzzing with action.<br /><br />We ate at a fabulous Moroccan restaurant that was very inexpensive and was extremely yummy. Mohammed brought us to a local bakery that was making fresh sweets and Moroccan treats for the breaking of the fast that day before our departure.<br />The entire tour was about 4 hours and was worth every Dirham.<br /><br />I must like "doors" <a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8IYtGjRqzbMUc">Enjoy the pics........</a>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-34728387673190860942007-09-28T06:17:00.000-04:002007-09-28T06:57:38.928-04:00RamadanFriday September 14th was the start of <strong>"Ramadan".</strong><br />Below is an e-mail that was sent to the staff at Compass........<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115202524662649410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv9Ti_vGOJb6_sTZj93c1Xg5k3bUnPMYNGe5hTIVOozayFoKIJr8WWMg_zW0N95ahoH6veLdq0qGl6XHXNnAmgR07vMEbLG9bITRETNK2a3c8M7OpJ_Bg5wbcVVPiqO6zwAqGH_1iq_Zo/s400/ramadan.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div align="left"><div>___________________________________________________<br /><br /></div><div>This Friday, (give or take a day depending on the shape of the moon), the month of fasting of Ramadan will commence. It one of the 5 pillars of Islam & is mandatory to Moroccans.<br /><br />Muslims will fast from sun-up to sun-down, in the midst of festivities & family reunions. Most will wake up to have a religious washing & breakfast before sunrise. They will then break the fast (Ftur) as soon as the sun disappears, at this time of the year, around 5:30pm (this will change every day, with days progressively lengthening). The fast includes not drinking anything during the day. You will note many become more religious during this time, like wearing a scarf or praying 5 times a day. Women will not wear makeup, perfume, jewelry or immodest dress. When there are health reasons that require eating, one will make up fasting after Ramadan.<br /><br />Some Muslims might eat/drink a little here or there, in hiding. Many families will eat huge meals through the night, favorite shows/sitcoms are on during the night & those who don’t work will sleep during the day. In Morocco, more food is sold during this 9th month than any other.<br /><br />So how does this affect you as a foreigner? First of all, simply knowing what’s going on and respecting the religious festivity will help as you interact with society & the Moroccan employees. For clients, all restaurants except those catering to tourists (meaning maybe only Sofitel, McDonalds & Pizza Hut) will be closed for lunch, most even in the evenings. Birjiss a.k.a. Shawarmaville will be open for lunch but you must sit inside the Monochrome Café. There is no smoking or drinking of alcohol, so Marjane might not have these stocked up. The hanouts (little neighborhood stores) will be closed in the mornings & will open at 2pm with bread being sold before fast time, so buy next day’s bread & goods then. You will notice what we call “the hour of death”, an hour before Ftur, when people are racing home in their vehicles or on foot, so be careful as drivers do get impatient at this time. Once the break of the fast happens, signaled by a call to prayer from the mosque or TV, the streets are virtually empty & everything is closed. This is not a safe time to walk alone on the streets. As the month progresses, you will see people become more impatient and lose their tempers as Ftur nears.<br /><br />The closing office kitchen can provide a spot to eat a sandwich or drink a coffee or a smoke, out of respect for the Moroccan employees who cannot eat or drink.<br /><br />If you are invited for Ftur (breaking of the fast), you will be served harira with Moroccan pastries & goodies (shbakia, sfuf, dates) & milk. If you are to stay for the next meal, this could be around midnight. If you want to make a treat, Moroccans love zucchini bread or an American date or dried fruit cake.<br /><br />After Ramadan, there is a 2 day feast called the Aaid Seguir, when Moroccans gather with family & give presents & clothing to children.<br /></div><div>__________________________________________________</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115202932684542546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFh214a7gwu1mUg0DGVA38VwAXxVwTbVDEBzQcPhLDfsWcqHVuS95OUTdaGOKUx_53A4f_wWv63iIp9OZLAfOr5JLjotWDrUkcL_KewQVtsamFzi7kH1Btcj-pJEdePkXkWlD492o-vs/s400/ramadan_food.jpg" border="0" />This past Tuesday Compass hosted a Ftur at the Sofitel Hotel after a staff meeting. Some very interesting food was served. A lot of meat which I passed on but I tried just about everything else. I stepped out of my comfort zone and had a bowl of Harira Soup which is made of Lamb, Chickpeas, Tomatoes and Spices. It was very tasty. </div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115203164612776546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6R6GUUTdB_LT1YJYTleDVcW6B9HGmGaf9YjfpuuNzneneixwIZnklO06YIPchp5FGfI5W5XcvrQ2STteknfhiTp2GBVRyiXNj7G50673i7CFlRDHHfAM9szBNoJryYbzUAJ0l8WSbP2Q/s400/Harira.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>It's a quiet weekend here in Morocco and at Compass. 12 of the staff have left for the UK to attend "Place In The Sun" Birmingham Show. I was left behind..... but not to worry I get my dose of the UK next weekend. </p><p>Jess, Carla and I are headed to Surrey for <a href="http://www.golfhomesworldwide.co.uk/html/about.html">"The Homes Worldwide Show"</a> </p><p>It's being held at <a href="http://www.lingfield-racecourse.co.uk/">"Lingfield Park Racecourse"</a> Saturday October 6th and Sunday October 7th. </p><p>If your in the area stop by!!</p>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-60853067096085139152007-09-08T07:57:00.000-04:002007-09-08T08:19:00.047-04:00I'M BACK - - - -I've made it back safe and sound to Morocco. My trip to the states was great but also much different then I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">envisioned</span>. My eyes were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opened</span> to many things.<br /><br /><br />The crew got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">together</span> my first night back at "The Horse" to celebrate. It was great to catch up with everyone and then it was back to work the next day. My first viewing trip for Saturday was already cancelled. I hope this is not the sign of times to come. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Almost</span> all the tourists are gone and it's very quiet once again. Hopefully business will begin to pick up within the next few weeks.<br /><br /><br />I got a new car.....yahoo - the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Chevy</span> has been banished and replaced by a Black Hyundai 4x4.<br /><br /><br />I'll start posting again soon.bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-45175428604339432812007-08-10T12:40:00.000-04:002007-08-10T14:14:01.362-04:00Carnoustie (better late then never)<div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Congratulations Padraig!!</strong></span><br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097113030858637906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig40hxE57pdzPJY2eLWcaIyzLMS7Fg02V-bgXUfYlndDMRyAieZVWD2y4K_VcDfzJgROVvFajCVho4VvMTND7Em-I0i5koYWG4ab2z16BEzpuaT8Qyyi-vJ_ARpOJAi1qWZ_SmcmZ9Ck0/s400/Padraig.jpg" border="0" />No camera's were allowed at The Open so the few shots I have were taken on our way out. These first few photos are courtesy of the The Open Photo Gallery. It goes without saying, for those of you that watched the finals on Sunday, it was WET. </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097114757435490962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1etp08cIg-A2x3YSsB4cGqibrkwfg7xy2-eTpPnhzuO25JemMfJUyZFN6Y0pDPRUibSGdIAyj9T8RvDaxDATYGnQhvY6Jxn4PzyRetWv3_KX6bzVE-ZgKhYG71R_OPkTh45vdckcICXY/s400/umbrellas.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p>but it was BEAUTIFUL.........<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097113876967195250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJv9qPDa3fGqLGzqAMyV9YYaF8Y3Pc7RvxwgE8hTYBv5Uiq8x9vwciA8GMvX5BhNNSyXtY5bkNd0wcESWhArjWB2RxfshXdeT5CNiGiI8ZSctowbiJbTQ0PjdEer-kuwhiU09RAiAwmBY/s400/headerbg.jpg" border="0" /><br />Although I was upset Phil was not there it never took away from the excitement of The Open.</p><p>We learned many things from that day/weekend in preparation for St Andrew's 2010 - </p><p>1) Don't wear Khaki's in Scotland (or White Pants Sergio!)</p><p>2) Always pack your North Face, Umbrella and Golf Shoes</p><p>3) Stay close to the actual venue</p><p>4) Bring Snacks & Water (i found this out b4 hand so we were well covered)</p><p>5) Pick one or two holes and remain there for the day</p><p>6) Get to the 18th hole Grandstands early for a guaranteed seat & to view some amazing final shots (buy a beer first)</p><p>7) NEVER LEAVE BEFORE THE FAT LADY SINGS...........</p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097118683035599522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaM-6QeUARpyCP-XmUJFXwv2T0572pXpsB-aJYr2UGZoh4VfVd_ve87lW-4CkFLY1xQGskLqChFF8oanoK7ExXEZcToQkIwCrYvrdfJk0QLjBqMJPALxm9IYmP8ytk4XQHiaoSPiXlfNM/s400/P7210025.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097119241381348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZWecSGf5pkJXqiXwFpXWdyQ14jnQWn_7vQcW4reSz58ZlhERrqoHl-7CkpBcuSKZXo3A5CLqD6_PQ3dMGy3ccYvoKXnpX_AqUZJjFuRW2VHLfP5qZ7c44APqCXN9VE2fKsQ7HaZHAtU/s400/P7210026.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097120005885526722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDBmV0HLBVK0ZgFD4U7V_0MxAhHlXJog5B4Cbkw_sdP8UNGXb_QEtDY2m-9Yya6bT1-5FqnijBAQaOrblRjSbgv50IN7FQWHDHsXXvvZY3xC7d-Fuw8TbSes-az6polgpFhmywQUq6Vs/s400/P7210027.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097120800454476498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCu35gVB1_aJTJX7lHTQQrvcc18F_0vM7cx9fKg80sKOl7W2z6vEzenRykOlq8Pg_PGfL_5qDXHy4Llo2fecKxo2HalSHxI_Rljsr6GoJrG2ohy8QKZkh81ywihw5HES7GlQpze5ZOto/s400/P7210034.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121526303949538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwCL4FSS_5qRb1b4lBBPQhMEHMaGghzPRRT1dl594VJ3kiHiBS4VcFhn4QSxje1PYrv9V1PiC1v6fClZJmPyMob1B4Gh3vjE6H_czq2a78wufHMHpTdz4zE8-kI8gf3CAwiYrI9e5NDY/s400/P7210037.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-12636085156949779852007-08-07T16:29:00.000-04:002007-08-07T17:13:27.541-04:00THE KING REIGNS<div align="center"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Mohammed_VI">The King is in Town</a></div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096068151214866994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEv9jAXHSxa4DsoqKb6N60IwsdqiO_eLT42G2v27uzVVOllQZmWQGBQxNLhyphenhyphenCCG7bR15MEkpZr12NhawtvQ7SBLJetxdYkTZZTDs34kYYuS_yMijNfgGzASG0a8V3aVibAknsmJVbkYs8/s400/king.jpg" border="0" />His villa is guarded 24/7 by many men in various uniforms. If I can get some photos I will but I'm not sure how that will fly with the guys holding the automatic weapons.<br />M'Diq is A BUZZ - - - the Golden Mile.<br />Huge Moroccan and solid colored Flags fly on the entire roadway from Fnideq to Tetouan.<br />There are lighted decorations and strings of lights across the streets.<br />Picture Christmas as you travel down the street in your town.<br />Traffic is packed and the drivers are crazy.<br />Summer is in full swing in Northern Morocco.<br /><br />Hence the reason why I am headed to the states for 3 weeks.<br />I'm going to strive to get some photos before I leave because once I get back it will all be over.<br /><br />I have found the most amazing restaurant in Cabo Negro "aka" the Beverley Hills of northern Morocco. It's on the beach and the decor is Fab. The saddest part about it is the place is open for only 6 weeks. Can you imagine, I almost cried! The BONUS of the spot is - they serve sushi!!!!<br /><br />5 days until departure......</div><div align="left">Happy B-Day Jess ;0) </div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-54381718331106194252007-07-30T13:25:00.000-04:002007-08-04T07:37:41.779-04:00IT'S A BOYSorry for the delay - back to reality here in Morocco and the days just fly by.......<br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The scan showed us a boy. We saw his face for about 20 seconds and that was it. His "willy" confirmed it. Susie and I cried!</div><br /><div align="left">After the scan we spent the day shopping in Edinburgh and the weather cooperated 100%. </div><br /><div align="left">Exhausted from shopping and walking the city all day I headed to the gym for Spin class. The instructor was a male tri-athlete and he kicked butt, it was incredible! I am amazed I made it through the whole class. I was so happy I was practically in tears. Honestly, I never realized how much I miss my workouts until after that class. I could not stop thanking Dom and Susie enough for letting me use the gym.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Off to dinner we headed. Susie was not familiar with "The Shore" but she use to live in that area so we were bound to find it. One thing we never thought of during the day was making a reservation. Saturday night in the city, big mistake on our part. After finding "The Shore" only to be told there were no tables available we ended up a few doors down at "The Ship". The food was great and the atmosphere was lovely. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093061768596947394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGXFyNvjsb5RwvF9EXc0Z-iAm6ydActe7kTguKMKYcX89RrET5JkuGZKh-A9RqYoyXj75e90L0f1P-_X8lj_BmOV4r9Joo_-w_iOhHRu71hRvsOkS-yLCNBWgU31xrIgzjl8sn0TwF6I/s400/P7200012.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093058504421802386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AbtAsgQNUaDw_8xo9EA2OeIZ6vhRm5BbSDf3hDf3HlL6wpX-RTO4QWWJAdRnUDiMkDvPaIZh15Bkf8A8YcO8fnyGta_sYGa_qjxahIk8HJad2T-Na4pOuJFQ0lNK5gA47mgmT2AdYbU/s400/P7200001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093059951825781154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAE3MI1OynGiSja5kXfTzv_7X1LAFlfvcIPQ3scUfxx0l8ArxjDMbNaMfAPvWj4zopwGQfBJazOsbZKV4TwOnKrX-CLq5FVdGba4c-KsHZQzOawUI98oeG6KUiKPr3UQSCkuRvPWuwE8/s400/P7200007.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093060681970221490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzA2f7WALqnJdIaJlu6V9DmIwSYDj2n5dsyEAKXHa8kvCu58LVMD9yprEPNEz8CCJRkZysocnq_6AXeKNkM6DqsJ4fLcTR4AyMfxiTMtlSRYP4n6vb1BYPzGYpNqvvDwg6l3_rujuDGKI/s400/P7200011.JPG" border="0" /><br />Saturday I spent the day with Jess and her Mom. It was also the release of the newest Harry Potter book so the city was MAD!! You could get that book on every corner and in every store!!It rained all day in Edinburgh it was awful. I had bought the cutest shoes the day before and decided to wear them. HUGE mistake!! After a few hours in the rain and missing <a href="http://www.realmarykingsclose.com/">Mary King's Close </a>the one tourist attraction I wanted to see, due to it being sold out, I was out of there......I was miserable at that point. I had to meet Susie at her gym since she was working until 9pm. </div><br /><div align="left">She phoned me around 5 to say she was at home - apparently after she left me in the AM she almost passed out on the street. She ordered a coffee in the morning and forgot to get decaf, it hit her like a brick. I jumped on the bus and headed back to her place. It was nice to have a mellow night with her. The original plan was to go to a "Polish" party with the health club crew. It's an incredible statistic the number of polish people who have moved to the UK in the past few years. There are a group of Poles that work at the club and one of the girls was having the party. Susie said it would be a crazy night - everyone speaking in Polish, drinking tons of Vodka and they would be asking me endless questions about America. Maybe next time!?!?!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center">A few more pics of Scotland:</div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093063907490660818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV08jMkCXGNAoRea17U3BKdfLyOfblE3QWNfQhXVbGvsJ4K1H8GMp3jSqywTdnwQ9VLOttcbrCQmn7FPAAC8-7YhFqk1cYRSW_KuzmYyrAoapwt2vRzdcIgHuUebfKNMN8KoV1pIOQApo/s200/P7200013.JPG" border="0" /> </p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093065466563789282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgeKZ-YbGkXDWJaxtwyN8eynkPCPQ5ZEbeDzIPk_Ap2ccm0SwD1WYOP5GWLI9C5ZAxbIvr0qC35aetZ2gshzGFWuVhDLNHS3iJZ9lTi5fpdQl30V1YXOGRdwy5yeftEF0_1PFKEyQsg4A/s200/P7200018.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Jessica's Mom<br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093066261132739058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFtGwxPvE67X2GzyhVhesjQgaG0yhVLQua5ywR04GXY3k3hZVEThmk9Svy0uIVoVVNwjhK30kzepEoEL6-41X8lblsrcs_GaFeyZrwgYA7IWGTWp7wMv3iqPHipj-hz5ZVsLX2lD9Pps/s200/P7200019.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Great Name<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093066965507375618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqIp-T1aodTy9u2nGKIX8deyUc0z70hNz79TzhhaHbGvN69DUgV8-Yzwttlzr84A3n4XJbArfB1yj02Bp8YZnjeHskr8MNqSkyyyo6x4o_q16cLWILYAX1UFg6pkKsrZq4VhMzdXPVgI/s200/P7200022.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Thistle - The National Flower of Scotland<br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093068997026906642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCg3JwPqFBEiNuQ-wCnW0g2BQLtbfLaBm2vDIF7SE0bHzyihleUDz6RQPqw2jZStpcTiO4YtWMGKwhQSVhhGOvcJxJvuYoLzK2cAAJCvGY-NIysPedd_yLy_TiaGy1eHNGUvwkIwD-Cs/s200/P7200021.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div>CARNOUSTIE TO FOLLOW.................................bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8071683385821106541.post-58351823607453049932007-07-20T02:40:00.000-04:002007-07-20T03:17:43.414-04:00Scotland Day 1After a very long day of traveling up at 4:00AM I arrived in Scotland. Cold, wet, drizzly, and damp Scotland. The "norm" for summer here! <br /><br /><div>I'm traveling with Jess and Erik but staying with Susie and Dom (the sailing crew) in Musselburgh which is a suburb of Edinburgh. They recently have moved into their first new home. Jess's parents met us at the Glasgow airport Thursday afternoon. They traveled from Ireland where they were visiting friends. </div><br /><div>Friday will be a packed day. Susie is finding out the sex of the baby in the AM. Very Exciting!! Then we are going to do some shopping - Hooray. The best part of the day will be this evening. Susie is a manger at <a href="http://www.virginactive.co.uk/VA/">Virgin Active Health Club</a>. A proper health club. At 6:00pm I will be taking my first spin class since January. I CANNOT WAIT! </div><br /><div>After the gym we're heading to a restaurant called <a href="http://www.edinburghrestaurants.co.uk/restaurants/shorebar.asp">"The Shore"</a> which coincidentally was recommend by the greatest spin instructor I know <a href="http://www.whenindoubtreboot.blogspot.com/">Sharon Shriner</a>. She was in Edinburgh for work and posted restaurant recommendations on her blog. Another spot she posted about is StacPolly which is owned by a member of Susie's gym. What a small world!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089173297288092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUunMCfffnZclFoXsc2zPc1lAsFWVaTdlXSRzr_-u9EisTofZjo88ODRB1h6pvO9cxZA1WZEx2UNEsc3ehTf8Dsm-lTRXUEj9gDFrc_6yfobNCEeAEobQqoEEqoIyYyDjEaQFwLgILdpE/s400/scot+flag.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>bbbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943499886853039981noreply@blogger.com5