Sometimes chained several trips followed and some, without deserving it, is lost in less pleasant memory. However, the return of calm, thanks to the infallible memory of the picture these trips are back where they belong and enjoy it again giving a lap they're needed.
I love travel out of nowhere. Always remember you like a night in the den of the moon I told our man Charlytas he wanted someone to go to New York. He said he wanted someone for a long trip to Vietnam or Laos. That conversation was enough for a month later we bought a ticket and know almost no a few months later we did, at least for me, one of the trips of our lives (see http://indochinaenunmes.blogspot.com). In May Kike told me that if people wanted to go with his class on a trip to Morocco. Nor was I much more because I knew little. I said yes and I must admit that for a while I forgot about the trip. At the turn I knew that it would never forget.
mark Kike me the way to go in Morocco, flow.
Morocco was one of my favorite countries, there right next, always looking up when looking down and closer we have something very interesting. A waterfall 12 km away, and we are in another world. So far and so close. So alike and so different. A jump in 40 years time, in a remote village maybe more.
Magic.
prejudices quickly threw my backpack overloaded. I know I'll be back and soon. Morocco is people in the street, people alone on the roads is people napping is peeping behind the veil, the photographer's dream, the geologist's paradise, heaven and earth. Is the country that you remember the phrase that a picture is worth a thousand words.
colors and smells.
Night falls in Marrakech the day that ends Ramadan.
I just show love, even over the Internet. Goes for you, Kike.
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