I know it's blurry, I know it kind of looks like an old dishrag...but try, please try to see a little magic in this picture. Because my pockets are emptied inside out and what I have in exchange is this picture. Of this little Moroccan olive grove. No backing out. No running back to my home town of Wellesley Massachusetts and doing the sensible thing.
The final papers are signed, the hundreds of thousands of dollars have been handed over. I am officially a woman with a mortgage. We are a family in debt. We are the owners of 8.5 acres in Marrakech.
So if you could -- and I know that it requires great feats of imagination -- when looking at this picture, try to picture yourself at an IMAX movie. That's it - squint your eyes a little. Can you see it 3 dimensionally yet? See those trees sprout up over your head 15 feet or so? Can you hear the birds? There are so many. Can you you reach down and pick one of the random wild flowers growing by your feet? You can tuck it behind my daughter Skylar's ear. Can you see our dog, Rocky, running through the grove to that open clearing in the back? Go ahead, you're in no rush, walk back on that little dirt road that runs from front to back. There is a row of fragile, young lemon trees on the right hand side. Okay, are you at the end of the dirt road? Now turn right. Yes, right there - right in front of you - are the Atlas mountains, in full view in the winter months. They're so beautiful that they make you want to hug yourself every time you see them.
I wish I had something more special that I could share with you to tell you how I feel about this land. But this is all I have, courtesy of Google Earth.
So thank you for coming to my little IMAX viewing today. Please check your seats to ensure you haven't left valuables behind. And if you wouldn't mind, if there is any popcorn left..please email it over. All this traipsing about on the land online has made me a little hungry.
