Fall 2024 turned into winter, into spring, into summer, into fall, to now: 2026. Where have I been? I've been here in Morocco, and I've been in Portugal. I'll tell you where I haven't been: the U.S. More on that later, perhaps. Maybe I'll refresh my bourbon/coke first...
Speaking of bourbon. I've been foregoing my go-to, Bullet, mostly because of...tariffs. Yes, the djt tariffs. Bigly tariffs. Tariffs that 'benefit' the people. Okay, okay, enough of shitty politricks... I've turned my attention to Bulgaria's charming 'Black Ram' bourbon whisky.
*refills tumbler
We have a bit of a tradition, all of us working abroad in various Muslim countries, during Ramadan season- which is upon us currently. Weeks before we start to fret; are we fully stocked up with adult libations to last for the duration? We rally together, procure our vices (beautiful vices), and await. We patiently await for when the need arises. It's fun. It's a tradition. I love traditions.
Today is such a day- to revel in tradition. The weather has been fabulous for a week now. Although still winter here, early spring has sprouted. What a winter it has been, too. I didn't grow up in snow, but I enjoy the stuff well enough. Enough is enough, though. I can deal with it because I LOVE technical gear. I love to experience foul weather if I'm WARM.
All those trips to REI in California or Oregon or whichever state I would happen to be in; it's like you walk into an REI and you're a kid in a candy store all over again. Sure, there is Decathalon over here in this part of the world, but it doesn't hold a candle to REI... Just saying. Sometimes I still go onto their website and just put stuff in my 'basket'. Again, a tradition.
I purchased a bike at Decathalon when I first arrived to Morocco. It's been a lifesaver, but I have to say that, for the money, it's just alright. And, what a funny story that purchase was. Glinda & I made our way to Meknes with the intention of me purchasing a bike and us stocking up on groceries. We found a super cute hostel to stay at and made a weekend of it. Enroute back to Ifrane the next day, we somehow managed to find a grand taxi willing to take just us, and my new bicycle, and all our groceries back home. We, and many more, have turned Meknes and Fes day trips into a tradition where we stock up on food- as there isn't much here in town to purchase.
So, tradition seems to be my magic word of the afternoon (or maybe it is bourbon?). Tradition is life. Tradition is therapy. Tradition is constantly changing. What are your traditions?
Well, that's about it on this subject matter. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER (yes, you are correct- that is an infamous djt ending (tradition?) to all his ridiculous 'truth social' postings...
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