My overflowing inbox means that I'm not able to provide travelers to Marrakech with tips unless they're staying at our guesthouse, Peacock Pavilions. So sorry!
My husband's eyes looked tired when I told him; perhaps he secretly wished he had married the girl next door. My 13 year old son said imperiously, No, sorry, you can't go, before adding, Can you bring me back a bullet proof vest? My 11 year old daughter hopped on one foot and then the other and simply said, Mommy, you won't miss the school play will you?
I patted my husband on the arm and told him not to worry. I informed my son in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't be bringing him back a bullet proof vest. And I told my daughter that I wouldn't dream of missing her in the school play.
And so it is that I am leaving for Afghanistan. Tomorrow. I'm waiting to write new tales. And I am looking back on those I've already written, like:
I'll be tweeting what I'm seeing if you'd like to come along.
PS So thrilled to learn that I'm a finalist for Best Writing on a Design Blog. I'd love it if you'd vote for me hereand spread the word. Thank you and shoukran:-)
My parents -- one from Iran and the other from New York -- weren't and aren't particularly religious. So when I was young, I didn't spend a lot of time in mosque or church. That said, growing up, Christmas was always an important holiday in my home. My mother possesses a prodigious number of ornaments, and we loved trimming the tree. Christmas meals were always memorable and after gorging ourselves, my family and I sometimes headed to midnight mass at the Unitarian church down the street -- mostly to steep ourselves in the candle light and singing.
It's easy to forget about Christmas in Marrakech, especially if one runs a little inn, like we do. It's high season, after all, and travellers are flocking to the red city. But -- although it makes lousy business sense -- we are closed at Peacock Pavilions. Because, after all, some things are more important than business.
So I'm wishing you a very happy holiday season from France {and Switzerland}. We're here with our best friends and our collective passle of children. We'll be heading to Verbier to ski, drink too much egg nog, and generally make merry.
It feels like Christmas.
{And lest you think I have forgotten the Christmas spirit, Moroccan-style, I sourced hundreds of Moroccan lanterns for the holiday windows in all of Tory Burch's stores. Pass by and take a peek, if there's a store near you. I think they look very festive:-)}
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It's been a little quiet here on the My Marrakesh blog with life, work, and travel getting in the way of blogging. But there are some fun things happening. Here's some news:
* I did some Christmas shopping Moroccan-style for thisamazing pop star. So fun! {Coincidentally, Marrakesh was just named the 9th best city in the world for Christmas shopping. Read more here.}
* Annie Waterman of the fantastic HandEye Magazine interviewed me on Moroccan craft. Take a peek HERE {& check out my photos}.
* An Irish TV crew has been at Peacock Pavilions for several days shooting a reality TV show episode. The show follows the story of two (adorable) people, Maggie and Colin, making their way around the world WWOOFING (WWOOF=World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms). Peacock Pavilions is a working olive farm and one of the show's six episodes takes place here! The show airs in February 2013. Stay tuned!
Here I am with some of the sweet camera and sound crew (I am wearing my favorite Tory Burch tunic!).
