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Introduction

Travel was always a driving passion. The initiation ceremony marking my coming of age was a journey into the world. Most of the major events of my life happened on the road. I was married on the road, conceived my daughter on the road, turned from girl to woman on the road. I acted, interacted, taught and learned on the road. I was introduced to Buddhism in Tibet, to Islam in Morocco, to Hinduism in India, to apartheid in South Africa. The road was my university, my church, my true love.

How alarming then, while travelling in Africa, to discover I was pregnant. I panicked. Now I would have to choose between travel and motherhood. But I soon discovered that in the heart of Africa I didn’t have that choice. I would have to stay pregnant. In desperation I vowed to myself that motherhood would not limit my love of exploration, of experience with people and places, would not curb the adventure. Somehow I would find a way. And so it was.

This book is the story of how I found that way, how my love of travel and adventure was shared with my daughter, Ronit. How she participated in my journey, how that journey became her journey; how we grew to better know and understand each other, how Ronit became my best travel companion.

The adventures described here take place mainly in Morocco, when three women, a fifteen year old girl and an eleven year old boy, travel in a beat-up Volkswagen into the wilds of Morocco. But the book also describes how, as soon as was possible, Ronit was exposed not only to fascinating adventures with countries but, due to lucky circumstances, to adventures with some of the most fascinating and talented poets and musicians of our time, including Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Seamus Heaney and Irving Layton; adventures which shaped both our lives. This book is the story not only of extraordinary travel adventures but also of extraordinary people adventures.

Some readers may be dismayed or even shocked by my unorthodox approach to motherhood, shocked by the risks, the dangers, the daring that Ronit was exposed to, especially in Morocco. But others may be inspired by knowing that motherhood need not be the end to travel and adventure, may find the adventures and experiences described here a way of opening the gates to their own promises of adventure. If its true that appetite comes with eating, perhaps the tastes experienced here will develop into a wondrous appetite.

Travelling today, in many ways, is easier than when I did it. The possibility is greater now than it has ever been. As Hilary, the renowned mountain climber said, “the greatest loss is not taking the adventure.” I hope this book inspires you to take it, or at the very least to participate in the journey of someone who did.