Chapter 45
And seventeen nights. 7: Another Chance at Happiness
As the plane passed over the African coast on its descent to Casablanca, I found myself smiling as I remembered asking myself just eleven months ago, as I descended over Algiers, what kind of reception I would get in the Muslim world. Now I was asking that same question again. This time, it would be a world much more used to seeing westerners. Perhaps I would feel more comfortable.
I managed to negotiate my way through customs much more easily as the forms were in Arabic, French, and English. There was never any question of speaking to someone who could not communicate with me. It appeared that this would be a much less stressful trip.
Amir met me once again with that big smile of his. We greeted each other in typical Muslim fashion: a hug, then a quick peck on first the left, then the right cheek, but not on the lips. We would have to save that for later.