Coming Home

(For you young ‘uns, it’s another old movie title…)

It’s the last night and we’re back in Casablanca. I’m at the Le Meridian. There were rose petals in my toilet. (So not me.)

Cross your fingers and hope that my luggage comes home with me. More later. It’s dinner time.

Comments

  1. El gato says:

    Please don’t tell us what’s in your toilet and we won’t tell you what’s in ours…and it ain’t rose petals!