I started this post 12 hours ago and will not finish it at this sitting. Travel with family is a wonderful experience. We love to spend time together and to sit and talk. unfortunately this leaves little time for reflection and writing. I started writing on the rooftop terrace  of Salam Riad, our current hotel,  I had a glass of wine and was sitting in the sun when Dan arrived to chat.  

We had had a day touring the Medina of Fes (a fez is a hat) where we saw pottery making, weaving, leather making, the oldest university and much much more. We dined in the Medina and eventually made our way through the very narrow, congested streets back to the bus. We had three hours with no plan which brought me to the terrace. But life and family found ways to consume that time. We have had an active sharing of some stomach bug among the travelers and Carol was chilled , but she did not want to be alone so we gathered in our room to drink wine and schmooze. Josh was on the mend and Piper seemed to be coming down with it so we reorganized the groups heading out to have dinner with local families. I went with Malena and Alexander to the home of the Aries where we met the husband wife and daughter. It was an interesting time with a lovely meal. It was only as we were walking back to the bus that the husband revealed that they had lost a 14 year old son just 6 months prior. Home Hospitality often brings us into the real life of people hosting and gives us a look into life beyond touring. Indeed we are reminded that people are more the same than different regardless of the surrounding environment.