Arriving at the Sandcastle
The journey from the beach to the desert was a long one. The heat and the pace in which the room (our room) was being finished was taking a long time. Eventually the time came, a phone call informed us that the rooms almost complete. . .ha!! Writing this makes me laugh, that was 2 months ago and that room still isn't finished, in fact it has to be redone. . .
We arrived and ascended the stairway to the beautiful old wabi-wabi Kasbah, turned the corner to walk to our finished room, the one with air con, new tadelkt WHITE washroom, stone sink, with brass taps. . . the one with beautiful black and white cement tiles, clay walls and a private terrace for watching sunsets.
This is what we came upon, in fact I think I do not have images that do the place justice because we were so in shock!! The "almost finished" was a stretch for sure, the quality of the work was below the standard that we required, so with this and the cooler them temperature (NOT) 42 degrees celsius, we were deflated and homeless, literally. There were no washrooms with water, no bedrooms that weren't being used as a storage for building materials and mattress and beds, carpets and now my suitcases. . .
They say that renovating has the ability to test even the best relationships. . .we slept under the stars, literally for another month, it was beautiful but rustic, I am into the simplicity of life and this is giving me just that, pushing me to my edge, but we are resilient and adaptable. It is camping in extreme heat and I have come to discover that while uncomfortable and without most of the comforts that I am used to (first world) the experiences and insights into another way life and way of working, the way one culture is in the business of being busy while another is focused on living their lives. In the end if god wants, inshallah things will get done but not in the timely manner in which I am used too. When one lives without a bedroom or washroom or a kitchen the pure joy when you get a bed, when the toilet flushes and you have a shower that works, even if the fall on the floor has the water pooling in the wrong area lol. Little by little things improve and I am grateful for not only the progress but for all that I get to experience here in the desert.
It is the small things, the going to the local market, and buying hand made pottery mugs to drink our coffee from, it really makes the coffee taste better and watching the men work every piece of this restoration using century old techniques and sitting together over a communal meal of tagine and lots of tea while listening to the sounds of wind rustle through the date palm trees in the Oasis that is our home. I am truly learning what I am made of and the amazing Berber's that inhabit this area are strong and I look forward to learning more about them and myself on this adventure that is my life.