Travel day today. Passports and tickets and weight restrictions to fret about. We change planes in Casablanca - memories of Humphrey Bogart and "play it one more time" to a chap named Sam. Airlines that speak French remind me that I don't. Us Australians leaping up to gaze out the aircraft windows to admire the snow covered Pyrenees, the mountain range between Spain and France or the Swiss Alps stretching out under our flight.
Sad leaving an amazing country that needs some more exploration, eating more lamb tagine's and drinking fresh mint tea in a glass and easing into another Moroccan Hammam bath but there is also excitement in finally - finally - going to Italy.