Now that I am back from Marrakech, I am finally able to get back into my favorite Christmas caroles. I kind of lost the spirit when I went to a very non-Christmasy country. But, now that I am back and inshala on my way home for Christmas, I can return to those songs that annoy everyone other than me. Especially after having sung “Winter Wonderland” and “Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow” at my company’s Christmas dinner. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find good videos of “I’ll be home for Christmas”, “Have Yourself a Merry little Christmas” or “Winter Wonderland”. At least one has both Bing and Frank.
Monthly Archives: December 2006
Now I will finally try to put together my thoughts and impressions from my trip to Marrakech with my brother which was also my first trip ever to Morocco or to the African continent for that matter. I have already told the story of Casablanca, so now to Marrakech. I suppose that I could summarize Marrakech in three parts: (i) full of fascinating people, (ii) amazing tones of red and orange under a sky whose blue is spectacularly infiltrated with streaks of these same reds and oranges as night falls, and (iii) a place that I could not fully enjoy until I had departed from her. If interested, here is my explanation:
As a child, I was similar to the majority of the world at least in that I knew of Casablanca almost exclusively through the film of the same name. Maybe even more so, for my father was a dedicated fan of the movie which he played repeatedly on video. I knew the screenplay almost by heart practically due to osmosis. Later in college, I had a very good friend, Samya, from Casablanca. From that time on, Casablanca would always be synonymous with her. It was only natural then that when traveling to Casablanca for the first time (in route to Marrakech from Madrid with the Comment Killer), I would think of her. Actually, I was also thinking of how excited my father would be that I was in the city where Rick had fled to because he had been “misinformed”. Thus, my plane from Madrid to Casablanca flew to the tune of “As Time Goes By“. Here is my very curious experience:
I have just recently returned from Marrakech (with my bro the Comment Killer), hence, my well-noted absence from the pages of this blog. Marrakech is a fascinating place to say the least. Once I have some free time, I will write down my thoughts, impressions, and other digressions related to my first trip to Morocco. Now, back to Arrested Development, which although completely addictive is less amusing to watch alone, especially without the Comment Killer’s commentary.
En un nuevo episodio de Galicia Vice, Hysidro también se sube al tren de la interpretación en el papel de poli de las Rías Baixas. Mientras Sonny y Tubbs (interpretados por Cobra y Berga) están en la calle clandestinamente en busca de los malos, Hysidro se queda en el sótano de la comisaría rebuscando pistas entre montones y montones de papeleó.