Art By Tali Landsman

I spent the day by the pool on the edge of the ocean, listening to the waves, enjoying the early winter sun and reading a good book. When it was time for lunch, we ventured out of our heavenly hotel into the town of Mirleft. It is a small town in Moroccan standards, mostly a stretch of road about two hundred meters long, with stores, cafes and small low budget hotels on both sides. They were doing major roadwork on the main road in the middle of town, in preparation for the peak tourist season, and the road pavement was torn up which made the town a bit dusty. We chose a restaurant in the middle of town, and ate a forgettable lunch. On the other side of the beach road facing the ocean, as you turn to the beach you will notice young men running towards you, waving sets of keys and asking if you are looking to rent a beachfront apartment. The next day after breakfast, we drove to see Sidi Ifni. Initially, when we were planning

What inspired me to write and to share this information, was our trip across Morocco. We have seen many herds of goats and sheep, being taken out into the picturesque fields by a shepherd. In fact, it has become such a peaceful picture on our journey, that Jules jokingly told me that the life of a shepherd seems so appealing to him.... It is just you and the great outdoors... The sweet herd with the little baby goats jumping on rocks.... A flute with sweet music.... A lunch of olives and fresh bread... Falling asleep under the shade of an olive tree..... Quiet.... The wind.... Bliss.... Ok... So here it is.... Moses is the most important prophet in Judaism, but he is ALSO considered an important prophet in Christianity and in Islam, as well as in a number of other faiths. I will only touch here about Moses in Judaism and in Islam. There is a wealth of stories and information about Moses in the Jewish religion. Most famous is the story of his childhood, of being born in a time of grea

Since Jules started shaving his head, we have had some very interesting experiences getting haircuts for him around the world. You would not think such a simple act can be such a big deal, but take it from me.... it has added some laughter and interest to our travel. He got his head shaved by a homesick Mongolian man, by many eccentric barbers, and by a professional Chinese lady in high heals and an elaborate hairdo, who kept a folding straight edge razor in the back pocket of her impossibly tight jeans. This morning, we had gone for a morning walk around the mountain town of Tafraoute, when Jules decided it was time for a shave... Across from our hotel, was a row of clean barbers, each working in his own little shop. Jules chose a friendly man who happened to be a Sufi. This Sufi had a kind face, a calm and pleasant disposition and such a gentle soul. He pointed to some photos that he had on his walls. There was a faded photo of his Sufi Master, a photo of his Sufi order, singing and