The silence in our relationship is deafening. You have left me with a bitter taste in my mouth, which I can't seem to rid myself of. I wanted to stick behind the idea that it's not you. It's me, but it was only a matter of time before I realized that relationships are a two way street.
I am writing to you a second time, because I need you to take responsibility for your faults. But I can't expect honesty from you without first cleaning my own slate. I have cheated on you. Repeatedly. They say people start off justifying their wandering hands. I blamed mine on being away from you when I was sick, cold, and alone. But at some point, I started to enjoy our distance.
And I admit, I have a problem. It doesn't matter if I am safely in Granada, Spain or at a trashy bus stop in Tetouan, Morocco, I still succumb to the warmth that one euro can buy me. Please, Ms. Coffee, be understanding. Moroccan mint tea was a one time thing and didn't bring me the lasting warmth that our relationship once had. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I'll be waiting at 4:00 pm in our usual spot: 7 Gatos Cafe.
My sincerest apologies.~
That Moroccan tea was one of the only warm experiences from this weekend. Who would have thought that I would go to Africa in my winter coat and scarf and be dodging rain AND HAIL?!? Nonetheless, I'm still in shock that I traveled to Africa. I have now visited 4 continents (although, Spain teaches their students that there are only 5...I figured the whole world would be taught the same geographical information, but you know what they say about assuming.)!
This weekend I entered the (blue) Wizarding World of Harry Potter and lost myself in the streets of Chefchaouen, Morocco-The Blue Pearl. Everything that you see is blue: the walls, the doors, the signs, the stairs, and even the street itself sometimes. They say the blue repels bugs and insulates the city, but I think it was a calculated plan to attract American tourists with iPhones and an obsession with sharing on social media.
Regardless, I couldn't be happier with my decision to hop on a (very unstable) ferry and cross the Straight of Gibraltar. Being in Africa brought back memories from when I was very young. No, I haven't been to Africa before, but I the camel exhibit at the Cincinnati Zoo is basically the same thing, right? I can remember a camel ride with my Dad which turned south very quickly after being stung by a bee. Traumatizing, I know. I am happy to announce that I successfully rode a camel in Tanger, Africa without being stung by a bee. One camel, however, did plant a wet kiss on my cheek.
Mom, I am also proud to say that no laws (to the best of my knowledge) were broken this weekend. It was just a regular, boring weekend of playing on beaches, befriending camels, and exploring foreign cities.
Though I loved being immersed in the beautiful Arabic culture, I am so happy to be back in Spain where I can actually understand the language.
~This could be a cuss word for all I know~
Until next time, be praying Ms. Coffee and I can repair our relationship.
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