Floating over Fez (Photo: Emily O'Dell)
Though I’m currently back home in Beirut, I still feel like I’m floating over Fez. It’s quite a jump to go from the medieval madressas of Fez to the busy streets of cosmopolitan Beirut. In fact, last night in Beirut, my favorite Moroccan Sufi shrine–nestled in the labyrinthine alleyways of Fez–appeared in my dreams. So when I woke up this morning in Lebanon, I thought–for just a split second–that I was still in Morocco…
Now is our time for traveling the earth:
We leave the cities to their civic pride.
Now our ship is idling on the sea,
Each night sees another port, another home each day.
— Rumi
