Branson, Beldi, and a Birthday

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Before moving abroad, my friend, Dana, told me how important–how vital–my expat community would be.  She and I were part of the same school family  in the US, and she had a network of close friends at church.  Still, having already taught in Morocco and having lived in France, she said the way friends live together, work together, do life together when family and old friends are so very far away is one of the blessings of living abroad. She was right.

I met Kate, my Australian friend and riad manager, a couple of months after moving to Marrakesh.  She later moved to the apartment complex where I live with other teachers and locals.  Moroccan sorority sisters, we have done meals on rooftops and by pools; walked the souks snapping photos and shopping; relaxed in riads and even a luxury tent.  Baby Boomer moms, we have talked about leaving our empty nests to fly to Africa.  About  wanting and finding more.  We talk about our greatest gifts–our children–and recently I met Amy, her youngest who visited Marrakesh a couple of weeks ago.   They graciously invited me to join them on the Imlil trip and to celebrate Amy’s birthday at Beldi Country Club.  Seeing the two of them together made me more excited than ever about the adventure ahead on the other side of the Atlantic for my daughter, Taylor, and me.  More on that later.

On the way back from our lunch and mule tour in the Atlas Mountains, we stopped at Kasbah Tamadot, the luxury resort owned by British billionaire and philanthropist of the Virgin empire, Sir Richard Branson.  Two days ago he gave Sylvia Jeffreys of The Today Show a tour of Makepeace Island, his newest property called “the most beautiful spot in Australia.” Many would say his place here is the most stunning retreat in Morocco.

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A champagne cocktail to toast an amazing day.

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The next day we were off to Beldi Country Club–a place I’d wanted to see since my former British colleagues, Louise and Richard, recommended it before moving to Abu Dhabi.  They had celebrated a birthday there last year and said the bucolic setting was beautiful and relaxing.  Indeed it was!  IMG_2137IMG_2138

Fields of poppies I saw last year in Spain…strawberry fields forever I heard about from the Beatles (natives of Louise’s hometown, Liverpool)…but seeing at Beldi fields of roses was breathtaking.

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There was also an abundance of Bougenvilla, my favorite native flower here which grows as wild as foxglove in England or as lavender in France.

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The spring rolls were fresh and delicious.
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The grilled lamb was great, too.

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These girls reminded me of my daughter and nieces once upon a time.

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French owner Jean-Dominique Leymarie bought these fifteen acres in 2005 for a farm.  After hosting a wedding party for his daughter, Géraldine, he received so many requests to use the property for weddings and events that he made it into a haven of several pools and gorgeous gardens where expats and tourists gather.  Beldi means “traditional” in Arabic.  A southern girl who grew up on big family dinners and visiting relatives in the country on lazy afternoons, I felt at home and happy until late afternoon shadows signalled the end of the weekend and time to go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

  • What a blessing that has been laid out before you. So proud of you. Glad to see that the island industrial private high school teaching released you from such captivity. I always knew this world owed you more; for you to give and live as you. That we call a teacher. You are living and recreating your revolution of the essays I once read and wrote about.
    Your blog is living literature. Worldwide and Widespread Teaching. It’s mind blowing to think you are just touching the surface. Set sail, how many more countries are there? Life’s not long enough for one to stop experiencing and absorbing. Now we need to find a sponsor for your blog. Fundage. I’ll drive the bus……

    • Thank you, Chris, for the kind words of encouragement. God has been really good to me for which I am forever thankful. I have loved teaching so many great students over the last three decades. Writing extends the classroom beyond borders though I feel more like the student than teacher. I love learning and sharing. I believe we were created for beauty, love, and adventure…that the desires God places in our hearts He loves to fulfill. I like what Hal Thurman, a master educator and theologian said: “Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” Pushing past fear…pursuing our passions…following our bliss…spreads love and joy. I truly believe that. And yes, fundage gets the word out and allows more time for writing so drive away. I’m always open to what God has in store next. 🙂

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