My Moroccan adventure started as a man in search of love. My friends and family have difficulty understanding the lengths to which I will go in my quest for the perfect companion. It all started in May 2006, when I broke up with my ex-wife. This was the second time that we divided in 2 years. However, this time was different and I just felt the need to move forward, so I started my research during this separation where else but the internet. And that's where meeting Hajar. In my first communication with hajar who has done something that I liked and appreciated, gave me his phone number. I really like the phone conversation and believe it or not I also added text messaging to my phone until 2010.
I remember the first call and she told me that she was in the car and could call her later. At that time couldn't imagine her in the car or what kind of car that she was in etc. But after my first trip to Morocco I could imagine her in the car and I could clearly remember some of our very special moments together in the car.
I meet Hajar in the summer of 2006, and at that point in my marriage seemed as though we were surely headed for a divorce. I spoke with Hajar quite often throughout that summer and she knows very well. I don't remember exactly when, but at some point in the autumn of 2006 made arrangements to visit Hajar for the first time right after the Christmas holidays. It was in this period that I decided that I needed to file for a divorce. I have already said that I was still Hajar married, and she was very understanding and still wanted me to come to meet her and her family.
So off I went, and this is where my Moroccan adventure begins. I flew out of JFK with a small stop in Amsterdam. The cost of a trainer in flight from New York metropolitan area ranges from $ 800.00-$ 1,200.00 depending on time of year you travel so check the internet for the best prices from your area. Our services include an English speaking tourist guide as food, accommodation and transport. Prices vary depending on your taste. See our web page located below.
Now let us continue. I remember landing in Casa Blanca, and only be overcome by fear. My friends and family had told me I was crazy for traveling oversees to meet a woman. After all, couldn't find a decent woman right here in the United States. And what happens if they were right and then really I started having doubts. I mean I did not know Hajar or his family and I was going to get off the plane and enter a country that I was not familiar with and I couldn't even speak the language. But it was too late for that now so evacuated the aircraft and let my adventure begins.
Hajar was there waiting for me at the airport with his father. I did not know what are our plans, but would soon discover. The Casa Blanca is a train which connects directly to it from the city so we bought tickets and boarded the train to head off to our destination. We were on our way to Mirit was unaware that at this point. Morocco is a Muslim country and I am Muslim. However, I am a Muslim American and I'm not accustomed to the entire country for EID. So how would we discover a mad dash back to Mirit was 6 hours away.
The train journey from the airport to the Casa Blanca for the city of Casa Blanca is about 45 minutes. From there it would take a train to Meknes, which is about 3 hours away. The train journey was pleasant and we were happy to finally meet them both. When we got off the train in the city of Meknes we walked out of the station which I seemed to be dark and desolate. His father was taken away leaving us just for what seemed like an eternity and that fear time overtook me and I realized that if these people had malice in their hearts and some sort of sinister plot in mind then this would be their perfect opportunity. The return of the father, she looked at me and translated these exact words-my father found a car to take us to Mirit and says that she looks so don't speak Moroccan because if you know you're a foreigner and you want more money. All three of us came on the back seat of an old diesel sedan Mercedes Benz and Hajar was in the middle. A short time around Hajar tapped her shoulder that gives me a signal to rest my head on his shoulder which I gladly obliged and was my first ride in the car with joyful Hajar.
Once we arrived at home in Mirit I felt completely safe and was asked if I wanted to take a shower which of course I did when I had traveled for more than 36 hours. After we sat down for a meal, chicken taijin, oh how I can taste the food, as I write these words. Moroccan culture it is customary to eat a communal dish and for me it was a great experience. It was that night that I meet his brother Ashrof who spoke perfect English, much to my pleasant surprise. I spent the next 3 days enjoying the feast EID and I also had the opportunity to slaughter a lamb. My host family was very hospitable and I found the Moroccan people to be very friendly in General. When I left Morocco after that first trip that I could not wait to return.
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