Feelings of the desert

I find to know food, customs and everyday life in another country.
I have been traveling with Moroccan friends for weeks and have always eaten deliciously and let myself be inspired.

In between, I also get to know tourists and listen to the fears of which they come here and how amazed they are that so much does not correspond to the truth. Right noticed: your truth!
Because we are not immune to influence, media and the experiences that others have had.
The question is always: what do you listen to?

to eat out

When I was talking to a friend today on an organized Morocco tour, we talked about the food. She said that she had to buy salt because everything is not seasoned and nothing tastes.
I'm sorry if someone comes to Morocco and have such experiences!
I also tried a lot of restaurants in Marrakech and I was almost always disappointed!
Why don't the Moroccans season the food for tourists?
I ask the waiter to put at least salt and cumin (cumin) every time.
food in Morocco is known for its spice market, for its composition on wonderful spices!

The other day I was in a noble hotel for one night and really enjoyed the beautiful ambience of the hotel! Except for dinner. Unfortunately, it was not as tasty as I know it with locals. My neighbor, who was in Morocco for the first time, found it very good. And I thought, no, you don't know how original Moroccan cuisine tastes good. She is a poem! But I kept that for myself.

Eating together is a highlight of the day

The eating culture is completely different here. You start to put on a tajine in the evening and then eat later. It is eaten at the end of the evening, not at the beginning like ours. At least it is what I
have experienced here so far. So I usually don't eat before 11 p.m.

At the beginning of my stay here, I was put down a place, with a knife, fork and plate. But I like to eat with the others from a big plate, where everyone uses a piece of bread. The bread is the fork. Since I have to practice it even better, I eat a lot of bread. Far too much bread! Which is not exactly on a cheap nutrition plan for me, because I usually hardly eat bread. But here I take what is offered to me. So I eat everything. Almost only vegetarian at home and vegan in some times. Here I eat a lot of meat. Nomads eat a lot of meat. In ancient times, they moved through the country with their camel and goat foci.

Eating the way here in common means that you do not eat until your own plate is empty, but until you are fed up. A small piece always remains on the plate. Either for the guest, for me, or for the cats. Everyone is careful to give me the good piece of meat.

There is no greed with each other, everything is shared. The last cigarettes, just everything.
This observation led me to the idea that this creates a much greater we-consciousness.
It is somehow like that: look at the other and you are given.

The carpet is the living room

The riad where I am is currently a construction site. But I like to be here and enjoy being together in a nice company.
A large red carpet is rolled out in the evening in the parking lot in the back yard. This is our living room, so to speak.
Sometimes we drive to the dunes in the evening and eat there.

If everyone unpacks their cell phone and also adjusts their volume to their needs, never says: can you make it quieter, or make it out, or do anything that makes me feel better. We always want to change something outside if something doesn't suit us. But the reality is that you can't expect everything to fit on the outside as it fits you.

Here I learn: let life and live.

The evening has many facets of communication. Sometimes everyone is in their own cell phone world, then a game is played together, entertaining, discussing, laughing and hearing music. Music is still very important here in Africa.

Then late in the evening the delicious dinner is served. No matter who is added, it is shared.
Come and go, an ongoing rhythm. The doors are open.

I have a friend who lives in New York. She is half a French woman and half Sicilian.
She said to me that she suffers from the fact that you can never just visit someone here. It always takes a date, an invitation, an appointment in a long -planned time. And there is also a hard time to find an appointment.
So no spontaneous meetings can take place.

I know that because I also lived in the metropolis of New York for a long time.
Spontaneity against tagged everyday life. And everyone is so incredibly full of appointments and busy!
That leaves little space for friendships.

Of course I also get to know another side in Morocco.
For example, that there is also envy, much -referenders, crooks, seducers and exploiters.
And that not everything seems golden as it is. Not everyone can be looked into their cards.
There are also spy here as in old GDR times. Everywhere and quite a few!
This also makes people suspicious and so they play the game of adaptation and caution here too.

All fears are included in the luggage

The fear of others? Or your fear?

You will meet them all. If you want, everyone! The deeply dusty fears as well as the freshly baked and newly announced.

There is always a reason to be afraid. And these reasons are unconsciously used as excuses not to get in motion and prefer to stay where you stand and sit.

To be at an age where I no longer care about what concerns and fear -driven people want to give me on the way, feels really good. The advice is meant nicely. But I would like to have my own experiences myself. I even have to do this! Because it is me who is on the road and I will attract events and people with my energy who match me. Or I have experiences that it takes to get to know me better and grow with it.

How can I accept advice from people who have neither traveled far, nor know the country and the people from the place where I go?
It takes courage to go into your arms and to get up again and again.
Intuition is needed, a healthy caution and it must not be showered and suffocated with too much caution.
I would always choose the risk than to let my fears overrun.
I always risked everything! I lived everything that wanted to be lived. I slid through gorges, got stuck in valleys and bounced on walls. I stopped pampy and offended and didn't want to know anything anymore.

However, my phoenix from the ashes repeatedly rose.
Also for love. For the risk of bad or good experience.
I got to know myself with all of this. Who I am, what I need to be happy and how I can take care of myself so that this life becomes the best trip of my life.

So I also unpack my fears when traveling and I am always happy when they dissolve and I expose them as an illusion.
As a result, I learn a lot about my inner voice, which I sometimes ignored in life and then understood how she communicated with me.

Life needs experiences in all directions. This is the only way we understand who we are and what defines us as a person and what we need to feel safe and safe.