Which destination to chose.. in My dreams

Before I went into hospital my son asked me to think of a future holiday destination. A place, a country, he and I would visit after my recovery. I knew it was a way of securing the fact, that there was indeed a life after my surgery.

He was so scared of things going wrong. No wonder he had gone through a lot already. If you think to lose your mum when you are 33 it must feel threatening. He takes after me. We are both a bit adventurous, walking the rough trails in the woods instead of the well kept ones. Also like the same sort of books. Fantasy! When he expected me to be cured the misery started all over again and looked worse. No chance for recovery. After two years there suddenly was a possibility. AND a price to pay. He thought it too big and talked about searching for other less invading ways. Only, when I strongly assured him that this was what I wanted, he accepted reluctantly.

When husband, son and girlfriend left me that evening, the day before my surgery, he came back, crying, scared.... You will think of something really special, do you! I smiled, of course and we will go together.

During the week after surgery I had plenty of time. Lying on my back, knees sideways, the only thing I could do was dream to escape from the pain and the discomfortable possition. Not Belgium, France or Germany. Not England, though I liked Wales. Not even Ireland, my top favourite destination. Not an European country, Asia maybe. Son lived in India for a year.. No I did not think that a good idea. Being disabled now, neither Tibet nor Buthan seemed right anymore. Husband and I went to Turkey once, I liked it there but it was very touristic. Australia, New Zealand, also countries with a Western civilisation. Africa, I did not think of Africa. "Ping", a lightbulb. What about Maroc? Not too far away, a completely different culture and on top I knew an address where to stay. Bingo!