Leaving Behind a Kindred Spirit

I try to take lots of photos as I travel so I can remember and share my experience.  But there are times when I see something amazing and I'm not able to reach my camera in time.  I think I've come to cherish those moments the most.  They allow me to simply live the moment.  Many other moments or experiences can never really be caught in the lens of a camera.  There is no way to capture the experience of finding a kindred spirit within someone otherwise so different from yourself.

Elizabeth and I were walking the busy, narrow streets of old Taza with Mohamed and his family.  Everyone was helping Elizabeth shop for a djellaba but, I was doing a little exploring on my own,  As I would venture further away from the others, I noticed Mohamed's youngest daughter, Lillia, was watching me with a concerned look on her face.  Eventually, Mohamed told me she was worried that I might get lost.  The next time I walked away from the group, I turned a corner and stopped.  A few seconds later I peaked back around the corner to see Lillia's worried face.  She saw me looking back at her as we locked eyes and smiled at each other; sharing a kindred moment that was just between the two of us and could never be saved in a photograph.  Of all the amazing things we've done here in Morocco, I think that is the moment in this great adventure I will always remember.