Anxiety?

So.....the first day or so after I arrived I had a few of those "What did I get myself into" moments.

For those just joining us, I've signed up for a six-month stay in Marrakesh, the native home of my hubby, but the majority of my stay will be sans hubby, a.k.a. Ali.
I would get that sinking feeling in my stomach where you feel like you've just made a terrible decision and there's no way out of it now.

Well, it hasn't been that bad but you get the picture.

I'm not one much for despair, so as the days have gone by and I've settled into a routine, including bringing the kids to and from school twice a day, I've relaxed considerably. I figure I may still have those "Oh my God I'm alone in Africa, am I nuts?" thoughts and I don't know if I'll have to tell myself to buck up and get over it or if I'll have some sort of a meltdown. I don't think it'll reach such a drastic conclusion but one never knows. I wonder what the in-laws would think?

Anyway, the last few days have been nice. I've been to the hammam twice, Morroco's renowned public baths. I'm not going to spend a lot of time describing them here so Google it if you like, but take my word for it that's it's mucho awesome! Ali jokes every time I'm about to leave that he doesn't know if I'll come back. For the record I often don't want to come back. It's just too relaxing and it's a clean like I've never known. These people scrub you down and the skin and dirt literally come of you and collects all over your body until you wash it away. Fab-O!

OK, I can see I'll have to dedicate a post to the hammam but now is not the time. Truthfully, I'm tired, my book is calling my name and I just want to get into bed.

Until next time.