Saturday, June 14, 2014

A story about fate and a red pitcher in Morocco



Today in Morocco, living a Travelife, we were up not so bright and early for a nice and healthy breakfast and then a morning walking the souk to go shopping with a local chef.

We did a tagine cooking class this morning, you see, which I'll write about more in a later blog entry.

A STORY ABOUT A PITCHER




For now, let me tell you about a ceramic pitcher I bought at a crafts workshop today.

Again, I have a million things all over my house from my travels, which is kind of nice because it makes for endless dinner conversations.

But it also means space is running out so I've been pretty careful about adding to my "collection," especially on my last few trips.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT



However, today, a bright red ceramic pitcher caught my eye among a plethora of colorful patterns on tiles, tabletops, plates and just about anything and everything.

Since it was a tourist trap sort of place, they quoted me a rather high price at first.



Upon hearing the price, I was ready to give up.

You know the feeling -- some things are just not worth having at too high a price. No matter how attractive. Or no matter how much you want it.

A MATTER OF FATE

Then the Travel Companion came up to me and said: "You're not getting it?"

He'd seen me eyeing it and now I was about to walk away.

I shrugged.

I really believe in fate, you see, and how some things will happen -- or some things will not happen -- just because these were meant to be. Or never meant to be. So I don't spend much time over-thinking anything.



So I replied: "I'm going to walk away. If the man goes after me, quoting a good price, that means it's meant to be mine. But if he lets me walk away, it just means that pitcher is never going to be mine."

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SECOND CHANCES FOR A PITCHER

So we left the showroom and I'd already half-forgotten about the pitcher, when the man came back to me with my good price.

So the pitcher is really meant to be mine after all, I thought.

ONE MORE MEMORY



And with just a little more haggling, the price came down to a comfortable level. 

This was when I took out my credit card and purchased another memory for this trip, on just another sunny day in Morocco, living a never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.

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