Do What You Want to Do

For months I have been dreaming of Marrakech. I'm not sure why it suddenly seems to be calling me to visit, but at first I came up with a lot of reasons why it wasn't a good idea. The political/social climate is not great in that area of the world, it takes forever to get there, and so on. But because I have some time until classes start, and don't have much else scheduled until that time (the beginning of March), I can't come up with any really good reasons not to go. I have tried to think of another destination that might satisfy my wanderlust -- New Zealand was on the short list until I found out the crossland rail (or whatever it's called; it's supposed to be one of the best attractions) had been wiped out by a landslide. In any of these exotic places I go, I want to do and see as much as I can; I probably won't go again.

On Tuesday I called a travel agency to help in my planning. I've never booked anything through a travel agency before, but this one helped so much when I needed to get up north quickly when my mom was dying. I had decided then that if I ever employed one, I would choose this one. The lady there (not the same one who helped a few years ago) was nice and I was glad I'd called. She said she has and would travel alone almost anywhere, but Morocco was one place she wouldn't go alone. It's too late to get in with a group, but she's going to customize a trip for me with activities, hotels, and local Moroccan companies she works with. (She had also said she was looking into some other options for me, but I can't imagine anything she suggests will override my passion for visiting Marrakech.)

I know it seems indulgent, but I don't care. There haven't been many times in my life when I've simultaneously had the time and the money to do something awesome. Now is one of those times, and that's the awesome thing I'm going to do!