Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Ever wonder what it would be like to be Marilyn Monroe? Well, I had to go all the way to Morocco to experience this. As Beate and I were walking through the Market in Casablanca, I noticed the grate to a huge hole in the ground was lifted. Beate thought I didn't notice it and pulled me to safety over some sort of vent. Ta ta ra ra.....the air was blowing and so was my modest skirt on the streets of Morocco at 8:30am. I honestly tried to hold it down, but I was unsuccessful. Needless to say, no one made any comments. Actually, the people were very friendly and seemed to act as if nothing happened. Okay, I did get a couple smiles.