Our story does not end here,
The story does not rest in a city surrounded by water
It does not lie in the bosom of a statue in the middle of a plaza
It does not sit to watch the gypsy dancers perform their art,
It does not stand guard at an age old fortress
It does not walk among the streets of builders
It does not eat lunch with a welcoming family
It does not get lost in the medina of a port city
It does not hide in a cave
It does not sit at a desk repeating after an enthusiastic professor
It does not have coffee with fellow students
It does not have milk and dates with an amazing man
It does not ride a horse-drawn buggy through an ancient palace
It does not watch Moroccans “boogie” American style
It does not get lost in a market
It does not go to a bath with friends and leave it sisters
It does not visit ancient ruins in the middle of nowhere
It does not play soccer or basketball with kids at a school on a hill
It does not wander within a city that has thousands of streets
It does not see a sunset on the ocean
It does not await a ride on a camel
It does not tumble in the tides of the Atlantic
It does not cry when crossing the Strait of Gibraltar by air
It does not take its time viewing paintings
It does not stay in the opulent architecture of a palace
Our story does not reside in the words of a blog
It still changes and grows
Our story stays with us, wherever we may go
Our story does not end here