Okay, I have to pick up this call.
Could be family overseas and sure thing, I’m glad I did. My cousin, Mona from Casablanca, Morocco, was on the line, inviting me and the family to her daughter’s wedding at a Resort in Mazagan, Morocco. Did she say Morocco? Say no more. That’s all I needed to hear. A vacation at a resort in Morocco?
Let’s get the wheels in motion. I assumed that I would travel with my husband and youngest son, Sami since school was starting a day after the wedding and my college kids wouldn’t and shouldn’t miss their first day at the university especially, Mariana. She would be starting her freshmen year.
So silly of me. I was wrong. A week and $9000 later (courtesy of Chase Bank Visa card), we had plane tickets for the five of us. But wait, we forgot our son Daniel’s girlfriend, Amy. She was thrilled to tag along and experience a little bit of culture. Maybe a bit too much culture with the camels, dirt huts and all. What the heck, if she survived this one with us, she’d be set for the next phase of the Broeckelmann -Yassine test.
Three weeks of preparation for the trip, passports, gifts, Hawaiian Tropic Tanning Oil (no generic product), suits, and fancy evening gowns, more gifts and shoes, and maybe we’re ready. Did I say gifts?
Ready or not, we had to get on that plane to Casablanca via Germany. Oh Germany! What a whunderful place. We stopped in for a quick day tour. Any kind of tour without Daniel losing his back pack filled with an IPAD and lots of technology hardware wouldn’t have been satisfactory.
At the train station in Germany. Notice that Daniel still had his black back pack. He’s the one with the light blue shirt.
So, let me enlighten you. If you are in a strange country and don’t know the language, don’t try to take a tour on your own, and if you see people with luggage waiting on a train, that doesn’t mean, they’re going to the airport. Well , we took that wrong train to nowhere a couple of times.
As we got off the wrong train, Daniel decided to find a restroom. Not easy. Surprising enough that we couldn’t find a public restroom in the train station when Germans were going to soccer games drinking from their big beer steins (I’m assuming it was beer). That’s when we saw that look on Daniel’s face. “Dad, where’s my back pack?” Not good, not good. Maybe he was just messed up from the Irish Pub in Germany that we left 45 minutes earlier. We backtracked to the Pub and found it. We are now exhausted. At least this time, his passport wasn’t in his bag and his teacher didn’t call me to tell me, “Mrs. Broeckelmann, the plane is ready to take off and we can’t find your son Daniel, but don’t worry, one of us will stay to help find him”. That was his school trip to Costa Rica 3 years earlier.
Are we there yet?
After two days of travel, we were so excited and ready to touch down in Casablanca. Three more hours passed and we were still looking for Daniel and Amy’s luggage. Apparently, they lacked time to put the suitcases on the connecting flight.
Did I mention that we were in Germany for a full day?
Onto Morocco. We rented a car and spent seven beautiful and busy days hopping from hotel to hotel with family who came in from Africa and Lebanon. We drove from Casablanca to Marrakech to Bein El Widian, Mazagan and finally back to Casablanca. We sun bathed, jet skied, shopped in the oldest Souk in Medina in Marrakech, danced with monkeys, and did lots of hotel hopping.
All of this fun and frolicking courtesy of American Express..
I haven’t forgotten the reason why we went to Morocco–my cousin’s big extravagant wedding. In fact, the bride’s family traveled with us making every stop part of the festivities. The bride joined us when she could and the groom stayed back because his dad was ill. The doctors and everyone around were hopeful that he would be strong enough to attend his son’s wedding. Hopeful was the plan. Sadly enough, the day before the wedding, all of the anticipation and preparation came to a halt when the groom’s father suddenly passed away.
Did I mention the wedding was cancelled?
The groom’s father wanted the wedding to go on. Instead of the wedding, many attended a funeral.
It was devestating that the groom’s dad passed away but more heart wrenching to watch the bride’s fairy tale wedding dissapear.
What would you have done:
A) Should they have gone on with the wedding? or B) Should we have left Daniel and Amy behind?
ps: If you call me and I don’t return your calls, it’s because Billy (that would be my husband) is making me work 2 jobs, write a book and blog to pay for the trip.
I will miss our parking lot attendant in Marakesh
The best for last. My cousin Moe Tabaja with his new friend. He’s so friendly, he makes friends everywhere he goes. Moe was with us for 2006 weddings where we got stuck in the war so I don’t know who shouldn’t be invited to the next wedding. Us? or Him?