a postcard to marrakech

Dearest Marrakech,

It's been about a year since I last saw you. When the doors of the plane opened up and I tasted the dry dusty air, you didn't seem like much. But then I saw your bright and clear blue sky, and smelled the kebabs and tagines cooking in the depths of your city, and thought you might be all right.

You turned out to be so much more than that. Even with your terrible air-conditioning and the dust that seemed to coat my shoes at all times, you wove your way into my heart.

You, with your extensive history, your bright colors, your incredibly friendly citizens that would act as if we had known each other all our lives.

I want to thank you for your hospitality, for welcoming my family and I, and so many others like us onto your main roads packed with traffic, your tourist attractions, your quiet little restaurants, and your secluded alleyways.

I know it might be cliche to say, but I miss you. So very much. I miss your clean white walls and your exotic gardens and your leather goods deep in your enticing souks. I hope, that my eyes will be able to feast upon your beauty again one day soon.