Last day in Morocco. Saying good bye

After painting the town red with my friend last night, I woke up tried and hungry. She promised that she will show me how the Moroccans eat thier breakfast. I would have to meet up with her at the restaurant. Which finding the place was my next task.

A Moroccan breakfast photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Of course, I got lost. Had to ask a few locals to find the restaurant. When I got there, my friend already ordered and told the waiters hold off on servicing. The moment I sat down, a waiter was already there with my plate.

As seen in the picture above, Moroccans love to eat bread in the morning. My plate had 6 different types of bread with a pancake at the end. The sauces were honey, butter and a peanut butter made with Moroccan argan oil. It was amazing, every bite tasted with a hit of familiarity and a dash of foreign flavors.

A cat and the goat ramming into the wall photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

After eating our breakfast, my friend wanted to show me her neighborhood. We went around in a taxi and got the local price. Trust me, it’s always good to have a local friend. Paid for a third of the normal price.

As we pulled up to her childhood surroundings, we passed by one of the royal family’s vacation homes. I wanted to take a photo but, she suggested not to. I could be mistaken as a journalist. That could cause problems for the both of us.

The view Tangier’s coastline photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

As the taxi was going around, we eventually ended up on a hill. From what my friend translated to me, the taxi driver suggested I see the view from this hill. We got out and I was stunned. I was reminded that this was not France. A random goat showed up to see the view with us. It’s hard to see goats out in the open in Western countries, especially in metropolitan areas. The goat kept running into the wall. Not sure what enjoyment that creature getting from self harm.

Local boat docking station photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

The view was out of this world, it felt like California. As if, I was looking at the hills just outside of San Francisco. It gave me a warm feeling in my heart. It was so nostalgic.

The Atlantic ocean meets the mediterranean sea photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

After about half an hour passed, it was time for me to head for the airport. We dropped off my friend at her parents’ home. I offered to pay because she got the taxi driver to pay the local price. Which was about 7 USA dollars all together.

Eventually, I made it to the Tangier airport. My adventures in this North African country was ending. Learned a lot here and made some awesome friends. Definitely a country I will have to visit again. Good bye Morocco, until we meet again.

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June 3, 2020 15

Exploring Tangier, Morocco At Night

Once the sunset passed, I was about go to sleep and write a little more on this blog. I was still trying to get used to the local time zone. Of course, that wasn’t what the course of events’ planned for me. I got a message on whatsapp, it was my local friend. She let me know that she was done with work and could show me around Tangier. I was a little suspicious of about meeting someone at night for the first time. However, she suggested we met up in a public location and she was a recommendation from another trusted friend. So, I agreed to meet up.

Outside of where I was staying in tangier photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Tangier at night has a different feel to it. It feels like a party town. This city is like Morocco’s Miami. Beaches and parties, that is what most locals and tourist do. Always a big event happening here. With the atlantic ocean near by, it not hard to confuse this with any city in the americas.

Tangier’s city center at night photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

My friend and I started in the city’s center. We walked around and I wanted to know what locals do for fun. She suggested we go and rent a pool table. Me, not knowing a thing about the game of pool I agreed. From what she told, Moroccans love playing pool. They have intense competitions held monthly in Tangier. Although my friend didn’t get far in the competitions, she was extremely good. Learned how to play pool that night. Proud of myself for not poking a hole in the table. Also, if we would had betted money, I would had lost an arm and a leg.

French food photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

After playing pool for a few hours, we decided to go eat somewhere. I wanted some local food; however, all the local restaurants were far from our location. By the time we would get there, the restaurant would be closed. In the end, we ended up eating at a French Moroccan restaurant. Where they serve French food with a small Moroccan taste. It was the best we could do at finding a local cuisine. She did warned me it was fancy. Despite of that, the bill was no more than 40 dollars. Which we split even. I wasn’t mad because 20 dollars in New York City gets you a burger with fries or 4 tacos with a soda.

Fruit Dessert photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

The food was awesome, didn’t expect it to be so good. With french hip hop playing in the background, she told me the local life. Life is not that great for locals. She works at a tour agency translating French and Arabic for English speaking tourists. She has to sell her own custom made t-shirts to tourists to help her little brother. For the average Moroccan, she still lives extremely well. Her own apartment and studying in school, she is a hustler. To be honest, I was expecting her to try to sell me some shirts or items. To my surprise, nothing of that sorts occurred. Glad to meet and see the entrepreneurial spirt of the Moroccan people.

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May 27, 2020 11

The Possible Berber connection to the lost kingdom of atlantis

When I learned about the possible connection, I was completely mind blown. I never expected the lost city of Atlantis having roots to the biggest desert on earth. What I’m about to say and point out, will be very controversial.

So, let’s start with what was the known map according to Herodotus. As you can clearly see in the photo above, the Amazigh world is labeled as atlantes. Herodotus is no fool. He is dubbed as the Father Of History. Herodotus got this nickname from being one of the first writers to create a system of investigations to prove his historical theories. He is not someone who would just create a random map. This map holds a lot of historical weight.

google map of where the eye of the sahara

Diving deeper into this topic, I found out the Maghreb (which is now: Tunisia, Morocco, Libya, Western Sahara, Alegria and Mauritania) was all one country. From the previous post, you would know that is the Tamazgha. Meaning the land of the Amazigh or Berber people. Looking back, there many dots here to connect. All of this will make sense soon.

Eye_Of_The_Sahara_Mauritania — bird’s view of the eye of sahara

Richat_Structure_-_SRTM — another view of bird’s view of eye of the sahara

When in the country of Mauritania, there’s a structure that historical nerds really need to check out. It’s called the Richat Structure. It is also known as The Eye of Africa or The Eye of the Sahara. If you look at it closely, the structure is similar to Plato’s description of Atlantis. Im not just jumping on random conclusions. There are a number of growing historians that are starting to support this theory.

Photo courtesy of http://trip-suggest.com/mauritania/dakhlet-nouadhibou/nouamghar/

Plato mentioned that Atlantis was a kingdom that was in it’s prime 9 thousand years ago. It’s has been over 2 thousands ago, since Plato was alive. So, we are talking about a kingdom that is over 11 thousand years old. There are many reports that the ocean levels were higher back then. Making the eye of Africa closer to the ocean. There have been whale bones found in the deserts of Mauritania. This means that parts of the Sahara desert was once underwater. Also, guess who named the Atlantic ocean? If you guessed Herodotus, then you were right. The same guy who made the map of the world with Atlantis is the same guy who named the Altanic Ocean.

The Atlas mountains of North Africa photo courtesy of https://www.dkfindout.com/uk/earth/mountains/atlas-mountains/

Now this is where things get very interesting. The first king of the Mauri people is called Atlas. When the romans came to this part of the world, they decided to call the land Mauritania. The mountain range of North Africa is called Atlas.

A photo of Atlas photo courtesy of Wikipedia

For those who don’t know who atlas is, I will make it clear. Atlas was a titan condemned to hold the heavens for entirety. Played roles in the stories of Hercules and Perseus. Stated by the Greek poet Hesiod, the Titan was far west towards the end of the earth. In Greek mythology, he was a titan as stated earlier. However, this is different according to Plato. To him, Atlas was the son of Poseidon and a mortal woman. Poseidon is the god of the ocean. Altanic ocean means “Sea of Atlas.” Atlantis means “island of Atlas.” There’s a big connection here.

Acient Berber alphabet photo courtesy of https://theberber.wordpress.com/the-berber-language/

Greek_alphabet_(Jason_Davey) — greek alphabet

Now looking at the Berber alphabet, you can tell that there’s some Greek influces in the letters. How does this connect the Berbers to Atlantis? You probably ask. Well, the Mauri kingdom later named Mauritania is the acient Berber Kingdom. The mauri were later to be called Berbers and once Islam spread, moors. Having my last name being Moorish, it’s crazy to think I might have a connection to this lost Kingdom. Too bad of the history was lost due to war.

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May 20, 2020 6

Who are the Berbers of North Africa?

Before the arabization of North Africa, there were nomadic people who dominated the land called Tamazgha . One of the most interesting group of people. This ethnic group has a very rich culture. So much mystery is hidden within this North African tribe. I’m so excited to be sharing what I learned from this tribe, from friends and my short time in Morocco. I’m speaking about the Berber or Amazigh.

The berbers come in almost every skin color. A lot berbers, especially those near the Mediterranean Sea, can be mistaken as European. My Algerian friend that is of Berber descent looks Italian. She even gets annoyed when no one believes she is from Africa. Other berbers, look Sub-Saharan. However, most look somewhere in middle.

Photo courtesy of http://trip-n-travel.com/listicle/21991/

The berbers (Amazigh) are nomadic people. One of the few African tribes that crossed the natural barrier of the Sahara desert. From what my friends told me, the moors of Spain and Southern Europe were arabized berbers. Meaning, this group is responsible for the conquest of Spain. As mentioned before in this blog, my last name is Moorish. The last name Morel(my last name) means being or having dark skin like a moor.

Photo courtesy of https://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2016/11/algerian-berber-woman.html?m=1

Not only do I have roots from the Middle East (Lebanon), I share a lot genetic make up from North Africa. From the Canary Islands to the Spanish moors, these are my roots. When spain kicked out the moors, many left to the Spanish colonies of the Americas. Also, the Canary Islands natives’ culture was losted in one generation. Due to mixing and wars, a complete lost of an entire culture. The Canary natives had more in common with the Berber population and is considered a part of the Berber World. Spainards mixed with Canary natives left to the spanish colonies as well. Specifically the countries of Dominican Republic, Cuba and now the Usa territory of Puerto Rico.

The Amazigh flag has a lot of meaning to it. It’s not a flag for one nation, it’s a flag for a culture. Everything on that flag represents something of value to the berbers. The color blue is for the Mediterranean Sea. The green represents the mountains and the yellow symbolizes the Sahara desert. The yaz, or this symbol (ⵣ), means free man. Going back to their culture of being nomadic. This flag means the togetherness of the Berber world. Also, it’s the center of Berber Nationalism.

Photo courtesy of http://www.amazighworld.org/auteur.php?auteur=Amazighwolrd

The Berber Nationalism has become a strong force in the North African landscape. Starting in Algeria and Morocco, this movement was to bring back the Berber language. They wanted to keep their culture before the arabization of the region. Many would prefer being called Berber than Arab. My Algerian friend is very strict on this. She left islam for a number of reasons; however, I suspect her pride of being an Amazigh was one of the factors. This political movement is to keep their roots and culture. So learning about this really got my interest. Although my roots to this region is only about 13 percent of my genetic make up, it’s still a part of me. However little, this is me. These are my people and this is a part of my history.

Btw, next post will be somewhat mind blowing and possibly controversial. Stay tune.

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May 13, 2020 23

Tangier, the Spanish speaking part of morocco

Three hours after leaving Casablanca, I was in Tangier. This city was at the northern part of Morocco. Close to the Mediterranean Sea, this city has such a strong Spanish influence. Some of the buildings have Spanish architecture. This area’s history with Spain goes back several hundreds to thousands of years. It almost looked like I was in Latin America.

The view from the airbnb apartment photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Got to my Airbnb apartment, it was near the beach. This looks a like an awesome place to visit during the summer time. The cold breeze with the beautiful beaches confused me. I felt I like running downstairs to jump into the water. What stopped me was the need to have my winter coat with me. It was like a very cold Miami without the heat.

View of the beach photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Some of the people here speak Spanish. You can tell where someone is from originally because of how they speak Spanish. The history this place has with Spain is interesting. When the Spanish Jews and Moors got kicked out of Spain, they had to settle in different parts of North Africa. Others converted to Christianity and left for the Spanish colonies in the Americas. So, the Spanish Moors and Jews that went back to Morocco settled in this region of the country. The Jews settled more in the “Blue city” or Chefchaouen that’s about an hour away by car.

Another view of the beach photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Went to a mall near my accommodation. I wanted to eat out and try some Moroccan food. To my disappointment, all the food was American globalization flavored. I did have a conversation with a local that spoke Spanish. He couldn’t speak English and my skills towards this country’s governmental languages are horrible. Spanish was our common language. My new friend let me know that he learned Spanish from his parents. He even spoke Spanish with a Spaniard accent but he looked Latin American. It was surreal to experience this. I felt like the biggest history nerd knowing this guy has roots to the Moors and/or the sephardic jew. Spanish is taught at home by being passed down generationally. Same goes with judaism.

The beach with the hill in the background photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Came back near the apartment I rented, I was a little annoyed. I went to Morocco to eat hamburgers and french fries. There’s a French joke here, but I’m not going to touch it. Anyways, I wanted to eat Moroccan food. Sadly, I started to noticed that local food is hard to come by when you are staying in the touristy areas.

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May 7, 2020 13

Riding a train from Marrakech to Casablanca

Finally, it was my time to board the train. It felt like 10 hours of waiting. Something funny happened to me while waiting. This lady that was sitting next time told me in arabic, “watch over my bags while I go to the bathroom.” I had no idea what she was saying. However, she thought I was Moroccan. After about 15 minutes, she came back. Grabbed her bags and thanked me in Arabic. Replied with the little arabic I know, “shukraan” meaning thanks. She found out that I obviously didn’t speak arabic. She told what she asked in English. We laughed and I made a new friend. That’s what life is about. Meeting people and making memories.

On the platform waiting for the train photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Once on-board the train, I went to the first class section. There was like a 7 dollar difference from the main cabin to the first class seats. It was a no brainer. Sat on my seat, I was surprised to see how beautiful the trains were. The west gives bad media attention towards africa. Trust me people, it’s not as backwards as you all think.

When the train arrived photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

My cabin mates for this journey came and got to their seats. After about ten minutes, the train was in motivation. The crew operating the train came to check out tickets. He had to look at my ticket twice because it had the wrong date on it. The worker at the Marrakech station printed out the wrong ticket. I didn’t noticed because my mind was elsewhere. Reluctantly, I had to buy the ticket again. All this because I missed my frist train. Moral of the story, always google the current time when in a forgien country.

The train company is called Atlas Photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

One of my cabin mates spoke English. He understood what happened and explained to me that I can get a refund at the Casablanca station. We ended speaking about the current affairs of Morocco. He told me this french and Arabic speaking country has Africa’s first high-speed train.

The further the train went into Morocco, the deeper my new friend and I had conversations about entrepreneurship went. He owns a few businesses and a travel agency. Found out he was going to Casablanca too. Sadly, there were two Scandinavian girls were killed.

A photo of murdered Danish student Louisa Vesterager Jespersen (L) and Nowegian Maren Ueland placed on top of flowers as Moroccans pay tribute to the victims. Photo: Fadel Senna/AFP

My new friend showed his anger towards the terrorists that committed murder. He explained that terrorism is not Islam. This is something I already knew from my travels to Egypt. He let me know that terrorist groups create chaos to prevent progress. Morocco has just built their high-speed trains and opended up thier country more for tourism. This makes the extremist groups furious. It almost a reminder of my views towards the average muslim. They just want peace.

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April 22, 2020 13

Waiting like a kid and missing my train at the Marrakesh station

After eating that wonderful ice cream, I went back into the station. I was so excited to be able to do this. Since I was a kid, I told my father that I will do a long train travel in Africa. Here I am as an adult, about to do what I claimed I would more than a decade ago. Hopefully in the future, I will do more than one country on a train! You get to see more of the countryside than being on flight.

Kfc In morocco photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

I was excited to see Morocco by train. Starting off at Marrakesh with a stop in Casablanca, this train journey will end up in Tangier. Tangier is almost across the sea from Spain. It’s on the very tip of northwest morocco. So, I was almost seeing the whole country on train. My face had the brightest smile. You can’t say dreams don’t come true. For at that moment, I was living in one.

An American real estate company photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Per-ordered my train tickets from a local agency. It was a little more expensive buying them in person. In Morocco, you can’t buy train tickets online with a foreign card. If you are using a foreign card, you have to buy everything in person. That’s why I used a local agency, they assure to buy your tickets ahead of time. Most of the extra money went to a good cause. The agency helps with local troubled youth, so I wasn’t mad.

A bird’s eye view of the train station photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Waiting to board the train was dreadful. It’s like a kid waiting in line to go to Disneyland. Every ten minutes, I would look at my watch. Wondering when I will board. With very little public WiFi spots, I had to find something to pass my time. Pulled out a book to read; however, I put it back in fear of losing track of time. It was one of those moments, where you were frustrated going back and fourth on what to do.

The entrance of the train station photo courtesy of Hugo Morel

Of course, that’s what happened even without reading my book. I missed calculated the time difference and apparently my phone did too. I missed my train and had to take another one, two hours later. Which means more waiting like that kid in line at the Disneyland entrance. This was just the start to something more complicated. However, that didn’t stop me from having a good time.

Hey, everyone!! I’m sorry I haven’t responded to your comments and not making a post yesterday. It’s been a rough three weeks for me. Lost two close people recently. Also, on Monday I just lost an uncle to the virus. It’s very hard for me and everyone lately. I”m terribly sorry once again. I promise to reply to every comment by this weekend. Please stay safe everyone. Wash your hands!! Safe travels and much love!

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April 15, 2020 11

What is Santería?

Been reading a lot of misconceptions on this topic. Would to like spread some light on this part of the Cuban culture. It is always good to know about cultures and religions around the world. First of all, I do not practice this culture rich religion nor am I promoting it. I’m just sharing what I know about santería being a Latino of African heritage. Can’t speak about everything in this post because that would take a few books. So bare with me to those who know a lot about this topic. I’m just summarizing it.

Santeros dancing photo courtesy of http://www.differencebetween.net/miscellaneous/religion-miscellaneous/difference-between-santeria-and-voodoo/

Santería in Latin America is actually very common. A lot of people who practice it now aren’t even hispanic nor of African heritage. This religion is a mixture of Roman Catholicism and Yoruban religions. It’s main language is Lucumí. Native to the Dominican Republic, Cuba and Puerto rico. This language is like Latin to the Catholics and Arabic to Muslims. Lucumí is a langague mixed with west African words and Spanish. It has too many words and grammatical differences to be called a Spanish Creole. It’s a completely different tongue.

Santería store in the usa photo courtesy of http://pluralism.org/religions/afro-caribbean/afro-caribbean-traditions/santeria-the-lucumi-way/

While in Cuba, I did not want to get blessings from a Santero or santera nor wanted to film their ceremonies. I will explain my reasons later. Most people think Santería is about worshiping the devil. Which is one of the misconceptions. In santería, there’s actually no devil. It’s similar to Pre-Christian religions of the Vikings, Romans and Greeks. There are many gods, so it’s not monotheistic like Islam or Christianity.

Changó, The God of lighting photo courtesy of https://www.originalbotanica.com/blog/chango-shango-orisha-santeria/

The main figure of santería is Changó. Changó is the god of lightning, dance and manliness. The dances you see santeros practicing is to please and get blessings from this lighting god. That’s why the marital arts like capoeria and juego de maní focus mainly around dance. Since, Changó is of Yoruban origin. Which is now manly part of Nigeria. I will speak more about this in detail on another post. Since, I could write a whole book about this topic.

Map of where Yoruba is spoken in Africa photo courtesy of https://www.ucl.ac.uk/atlas/yoruba/introduction.html

So, the history of Santería is very interesting. This religion was created by slaves in order to hide the preservation of thier African culture from the Spanish. They used saints from the Catholic church to trick the Spanish into thinking they were practicing Christianity. The mixture of African religions with Catholicism was very common in the Portuguese and Spanish colonies. In the Spanish colonies, Santería was born.

A santera photo courtesy of https://yagbeonilu.com/santeria-rituales/

Being Hispanic of African heritage from the Caribbean, Santería and other African religions are commonly practiced. Some do it in hiding, others are very open about it. I don’t practice santería because I don’t want to bring spirits into my life. As you all can tell, my life is crazy already. Adding spirits will just complicate things. Also, be careful when going to santeros. You don’t always know their true intentions. They could be bringing negative spirits into your life.

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September 18, 2019 17

Meeting up with friends in little Africa, Paris: seeing the hidden ugliness

After that wonderful night of strolling through Paris, the morning after was hard. The time difference really messed me up. It was like getting up at midnight my time. Well, still had to fight through it. One of the down sides of constant travel, your body has to get used to the time zone changes. If it doesn’t, you are in for a rude awakening.

Farmer’s market in little Africa Taken by Hugo Morel

Walking like a zombie, I met up with my local friends. They wanted to show me around little Africa in Paris. One of my friends was half Senegalese and half french. So, she promised to show me how the Senegalese eat their food. Of course, we ended meeting up at the local KFC. Since that’s what the French think about Americans. McDonald’s and KFC are jokingly claimed as the American embassies.

Another shot of the farmer’s market taken by Hugo Morel

As we were on our way to find the Senegalese restaurant, they showed me the real life of immigrants in Paris. Paris is not a nice place to live, if you are from one of the former French colonies. Life is rough in Paris. They told me employment is difficult for immigrants. Got to see a side of Paris, not many tourists have access to.

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Now, as we were going toward the restaurant, we finally came across some American posters. In Paris, people want to speak English like they do in Wall Street, New York City. If they only knew, how little English is spoken there and how many curse words are used instead. This experience was such an awesome culture exchange. They got to learn about the USA and I was exposed to a new side of the french capital.

The poster I was mistaken as a racist advertisement taken by Hugo Morel

We started walking towards the Senegalese restaurant and we noticed this poster. At first we were mistaken at the time as it being a black face racist advertisement. I was corrected. However, I still noticed the undertone racism that goes on in France. It was like connecting the dots. For a country that has only one race, you can’t help but notice the hypocrisy. Inequality, still goes on strongly here. Even, if “race” is just the human race in France on paper. From the gypsies to the immigrants of the former french colonies, people are discriminated. Hope one day, people can stop seeing the differences and end discrimination. We can all learn from each other and help build a better world for the next generation. That’s my wish for humanity. This is why I encourage others to travel. You will learn to understand others different to you. Eventually, you will learn to love humanity. Even, if we are very flawed.

Ps. We never got to eat at the Senegalese restaurant. It was opened when called them but closed, when we got there. According to my half Senegalese friend, they didn’t feel like being open on a Sunday. 😆 Apparently, Senegalese people change their minds like race cars change tires. She did warned me though.

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April 27, 2019 16

A stroll by the Nile River: Why Travel makes you more human

As my days in Egypt were nearing, I could feel the long awaited departure. I will finally be able to come back and tell my love ones how beautiful Egypt is. However, I felt a sudden sadness.

Graffiti of a kid that died in the Egyptian revolution taken by hugo Morel

Reality hit me like a car going 80 mph hitting a brick wall. I would be leaving behind a country, I felt so spirituality connected to! I grew so much as a person here. Got over my negative views of muslims and became a more empathetic human being.

Two kids playing by the Nile River taken by Hugo Morel

Decided to walk by the Nile River to get my mind off things. Needed some me time. Had to reflect on all of my personal growth. Learning about the Islamic culture made me feel more human. For once, I didn’t feel like a robot. A robot that has been programmed to fear the different and unknown.

Another view of the Nile River Taken by hugo Morel

Walked up a few stairs to get a better view. I wanted to really absorb the moment. People were laughing and having fun. Enjoying what little they had, the benefits of living a simple life. A life away from the big cities in the USA. Where people complain about simple issues. Like, the Air conditioning is not working or someone on the internet doesn’t agree with them. We are so lost in capitalistic gains, we forget how lucky we are compared to the world.

As the sun was setting, I walked back down the stairs to be back, where the people were being people. If you ever went people watching, you will understand that last sentence. The sounds and the energies of moment were priceless.

Nile river with Cairo tower in the background taken by Hugo Morel

For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. It was a feeling of being happy because I’m experiencing life to the fullest. Im not just some program who can’t think outside of the box. I am a traveler who has his own opinions. Opinions that are not formed by the media biases; but, through my life experiences. This is what means to be human. To be unique, not follow the crowd and to have empathy towards those who are different to you. Took me a flight halfway across the world to learn that.

Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that you are seeing in person, the place you read in history books. Funny how someone who never got good grades in history class, gets to experience the locations in person. Life is truly amazing.

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March 23, 2019 33