tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091802851350495281.post7678582555552338249..comments2024-03-02T18:09:26.113+01:00Comments on Beyond Marrakech: A Sad Little Tale Of GoodbyeBeyond Marrakechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14551527112629798556noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091802851350495281.post-27713435446887255232012-04-27T21:49:08.478+00:002012-04-27T21:49:08.478+00:00Hi Karen,
So true! I never get used to saying good...Hi Karen,<br />So true! I never get used to saying goodbye to family and friends and it doesn't get any easier! Despite that I wouldn't want to live without my adventures though! Loved your post on Turkish cow and pancake ladies!<br />Best,<br />DanielleBeyond Marrakechhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14551527112629798556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091802851350495281.post-10576513192466433982012-04-27T12:08:31.276+00:002012-04-27T12:08:31.276+00:00So many times in my expat life have I experienced ...So many times in my expat life have I experienced these goodbyes, leaving myself (from Holland and US) or saying goodbye to visitors who've come to where I live. You never get used to it, and these goodbyes are especially difficult as parents get older. (Mijn moeder met tranen in haar ogen als ik weer wegging.)Miss Footloose | Life in the Expat Lanehttp://www.lifeintheexpatlane.comnoreply@blogger.com