Reynold Ruslan Feldman, Ph.D. - Author, Editor, Nonprofit Consultant, Wisdom Coach

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What to say about Spain? Well for one thing, Cedar and I finally got to unpack after four-and-a-half weeks on the road. Given all our schlepping of heavy bags, that in and of itself was big. Having flown back from Morocco and spent yet another night at our Barcelona digs, the Hesperia Fera Suites in the Bellvitge District near the Airport, we took an early Spanair flight to Granada. An hour-and-a-half later we were getting our automatic Citroen Picasso, eating a quick breakfast, and preparing to find “our” country house in Orgiva.

Mohammad Couscous & Fluffy Do Morocco

After 15 days in Turkey and a night in Barcelona, the two of us flew Royal Air Maroc on May 29 to Casablanca. We had pre-paid our hotel there, strategically placed next to the Gare Voyageurs train station, so we could take our 10 pm train in from the airport and half an hour later pull our bags to the door. On arriving, I asked the security guard at the Gare where our Ibis Hotel was. “La bas, Monsieur!” “Just there!” He pointed. And of course, there it was, about 50 meters to the right across the station parking lot.

Talking More Turkey

It’s Wednesday, June 8. Evening. Back at our by now tried-and-true Hesperia Fera Suites in a cloudy and cool Barcelona. The manager recognized us and made sure we got a room with an exterior view this time. Nice! Anyway, it’s time to talk a little more Turkey. 

First, a few words about Mustafa Kemal, better known as Ataturk, the founder of modern Turkey in 1923. There are statues of him everywhere. No village is too small. The Turkish Government, to honor him, made it illegal for anyone else to ever bear the surname Ataturk.

Talking Turkey

In one sense the Prophet Muhammad had it easy. When the Archangel Jibril (Gabriel) told him “Recite!” Muhammad recited. That was possibly his first act ofislam, surrender of his human will to that of the Almighty. It’s blog time. I’m here in Marrakech, at the base of the High Atlas Mountains separating Morocco’s coastal plain from the Sahara. (By the way, Sahara, the word, stems from the Arabicsahra, which means desert. So when we Westerners speak of the Sahara Desert, we’re actually saying the Desert Desert.

Some More Impressions

After two flights, we arrived in Barcelona Wednesday morning, May 11. Our flight to Turkey was exactly two days later. So, we didn’t have a lot of time todothe capital of Cataluña. Our hotel, selected online for its proximity to the airport, price, and positive rating, did not disappoint. In fact, we had a small suite in an ultra-modern hotel complex in the midst of a mixed residential-industrial neighborhood across from the university hospital. The hotel staff was friendly and my Spanish adequate.
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