we flew into Casablanca airport and my uncle Jamal-iddin who i already new came to pick us up thank god (30% less embarrassment). We were coming down avenue 2mars (my Granny's long road) and all i could see were these little red taxis driving along side some HUGE white buildings.
When we walked in there were so many people all three BIG living rooms were full i asked my dad who all the people were he just said family (i thought i had lots of family in the u.k)naive me.....© Miss Maza Beldi
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