Whenever I hear the phrase “exotic vacations around the world” I can only think of one thing and it’s not likely to leave my thoughts quickly. In fact, all I really have to hear is the word exotic and sudden an image of a Moroccan market complete with brightly colored bowls of spices and intricate tapestries is conjured. I think it just may be that this is the one place in all the world where I felt most out of place. Not that I didn’t belong necessarily, just that I had fallen through the rabbit hole as it were. Maybe I would eventually find a way to fit in but right now I have no idea what’s going on, nor do I know whether or not someone is go to start screaming, “Off with his head!” if I make a wrong move. Even the music that pervades the market in my head is unlike anything I’ve heard anywhere but poorly made pulp action movies. That sense of being completely out of your element is the DEFINITION of “exotic.”
Related posts: