To Russia and Rick in Casa

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“Play it again, Sam…”

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Like Tom Cruise I’d been sent on a mission. Anxiety, however, made me fancy myself more like Frodo. I was to go to Casablanca on a workday to the Russian Consulate to pick up a dozen passports/visas. I opted to take a Sam—my friend, Kate–in search of Russia and another Sam at Rick’s cafe on the Moroccan coast.

The plan is I will go in March with the Model United Nations team to competition in St. Petersburg. We will leave on my birthday. I’d filled out pages of questions—even information on my parents and ex—to get clearance. I just hoped I’d navigate the trains to Casa and back, the 8-stop tram ride in between, and, most importantly, find the Russians and fetch the documents with no problems.

At 6 AM sharp Ismail, my go-to driver for can’t- miss plane, train, and bus departures, texted: “Good Morning, Cindy. I’m downstairs.” Kate was at the station, and we boarded the train at 6:45 and found our first class compartment with four other passengers.

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I’d been to Casa once when my plane first landed in Africa last August.  I was picked up by a driver and the trek to Marrakesh was barren and brown–dirt cracked open all the way.   I hadn’t been out of the city since winter rains turned the landscape green.  On the three- hour trip last Thursday, I looked out the window on what seemed to be England‘s green, rolling hills.

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The tram stop was just across the street from the station and, as on the train, we were the only non-Moroccans who boarded. Though we walked a block too far and couldn’t find our Russian destination, a nice, older couple in a new BMW, seeing we were lost in their neighborhood, offered to drive us to the front gate. In front of a single garage-sized door, the guard asked for my ID and welcomed us in.

While I packed passports in my purse, Kate gave travel tips to a Flemish couple who live in the resort area of Marrakesh. They were getting visas to visit St. Petersburg for their twentieth wedding anniversary.

Mission accomplished, we left the Russian Embassy and headed across town to the iconic Rick’s Cafe, owned by a former US Embassy diplomat, Kathy Kriger.  The service and setting–we sat by “Sam’s piano” as 40s music played sipping a martini and cocktail in old-world style-were legend-worthy.IMG_7155

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Prices for lunch range from $10-$20
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The Obama Family Chili was listed alongside Rick’s Special (Hamburger and Fries)

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Never thought I’d pick Rick’s Special over lamb chops, but a good hamburger is now hard to find.

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Glace, French for ice cream, is high on most menus.

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Upstairs the cafe’s namesake plays.

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We walked to the Hassan II Mosque, the  largest mosque in  Africa and the 7th largest in the world.  It’s minaret is the world’s tallest at 210 metres–60 stories high.  Below school children on field trips ran and played on the plaza, some singing soccer songs and others asking us to pose with them in “selfies.” Non-Muslims can tour in groups unlike the mosques in Marrakesh, but we had a 4:45 train to catch. Still, in just six hours in the city, we made memories–ending our adventure admiring immense Moorish architecture on a windy wall and crashing sea.

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Cindy McCain

A Southern Girl Gone Global, I flew from my empty Nashville nest in 2014 to land in Africa where I lived two years in magical Marrakesh, Morocco. Now I live in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic and continue sharing my journey--so far across 27 countries on 4 continents and the Caribbean. This travel/lifestyle blog is about letting go of fear, clinging to faith, and following your heart's desires. It's a celebration of beauty, adventure, relationship...roots and wings.

2 comments

  • Just loving your posts and reading about your adventure of a lifetime- so proud of you for fearlessly following your heart! I look forward to each and every one of these. Donelson misses you!!! –xoxo your cousin

    • Shiela! So good to hear from you! I still want a cousin reunion this summer. I will be home in July and will be at Mom’s and in Donelson- which I miss,too.I am so thankful for this adventure and appreciate home even more. Hope to see you soon. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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