I’m at the CTM Casablanca stop, clearly the only Bolivian in a few mile radius. Anxious passengers await their bus arrive at the depot. The baggage manager sits on his weight scale as little cups of Arabian coffee are being prepared in the cafe. I’ve looped my book bag strap through my hand as I type just incase someone attempts to take my bag, they’ll pull me off too.
I’ve moved outside now after getting a good Wifi fix. Yes, I don’t need a caffeine fix, rather I’m always on the looking out for the next hotspot.
Casablanca has abandoned plans for a metro system, having favored investment in their Tramway system. Waiting for an Eastbound tram I notice I’m the only woman not covering her hair at the moment. I pull out my go-to red Roma scarf and realize I could pass as a local, even on my minimal French.
I’ve always liked the public transits of another city, however my preference is to walk somewhere if it’s 45 minutes or less. I enjoy the energy of people come and going, with me just passing through. And fortunately I still have a healthy relationship with airports because I never tire of the view taking off.
To travel is be a time traveler, experiencing spaces of others and who they are in their lives. To travel is to be a witness to the beauty and struggle. Feeling new textures, appreciating the sound of a new place and witnessing the raw emotion. I believe that in uncomfortableness, there can be comfort. I may be alone but I am not lonely.
Alan Cohen said it best, “it takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.” My heart is ever open and my energy level is high!
Each new thing I see today will be the first time I’ve ever saw it, and that’s what brings a tear of delight down my cheek.