Even if we're home now, I can't stop browsing hotels, places in Morocco to stay at for the future. It's just something in the mysticism of it all that is vey enchanting and I try to picture myself and the boys (and M of course, we need someone in fluent French for sure, blink) living there for a few years. There's so much more of Morocco that most people haven't seen, a grown and upcoming Arabic Europe (maybe not, but you get my picture) and it's very intriguing to fantasy myself taking us all and try it out. I'm sure there's some excellent French schools and M could probably work from there and what I would do ... well maybe what I already do or something absolutely different. I can't get that thought of my mind, that's for sure. We have one life, we must try what is hunting us ...
