Italy – Your Vespa cuts through/ My hands wrapped around your waist/ Warm wind on my face
Ok, my travel companion and I didn’t get physically hurt and no objects were stolen from us. But our sanity was temporarily stolen, or lost, or both. I had never felt so wretched while traveling, and I do travel quite a bit. Bad karma, or something, hit us at that point and there was nothing we could do to stop it, until whatever it was the universe was doing ran its course. And what I describe in this post was just the beginning of a very, uh, strange and see-sawing experience in Morocco.