Hillary's Intuitive Crossing to Africa

Hillary Dillary Helloease recently had to cross over from Morocco to Spain to renew her visa. This was a new experience for her, and came as a big surprise. She had hoped to tiptoe to the Spanish colony on the Moroccan side and tiptoe back the same day with a new stamp in her passport. "Oh, no!" said the authorities, "We can't find you in the computer. You will have to go to Tanger and cross over to Spain." Hillary don't waste time tappin and stampin her feet. After double checking to see if what they are telling her is what they really want to tell her,Hillary always takes that message to come from the angels. "Somethin's awaitin me over thar in Spain. Maybe its my new prince charmin sharmin."

Upon making the crossin, Hillary arrived in perfect time to help some friends get moved into an ocean view look-out. Then another friend invited her to spend some days and Hillary joyfully made some collage art with her while overlooking the rays over the Atlantic. Hillary was holding the intention of earning money to cross back over on the ferry, and in Tarifa, there wasn't appearing the demand for her services. So after a Tarot reading, it was confirmed the day of travel back to Morocco.

The Monday mornin for departure looked good. In the bathtub the day before, Hillary got the idea to go to the street sellers and sell some of the clothes she had stored away in her friend's shop. The night before departure, Hillary checked the Tarot cards with a friend, and it was "all green, go for it Hillary!"

So with the 2 euro, Hillary took the bus from Tarifa to Algeciras, the large port in Spain. She marched straight up to the street sellers and as she was walking she declared she was "Beeing Hillary Hotcakes" to help her laugh at herself a little and make money like selling hotcakes. Hillary began talking straight about her situation to one of the men standing next to his wares. She explained to the man named Driss, that she wanted help selling things so she would have money to cross over by ferry. Every time she talked about selling things, he looked confused, but every time she talked about crossing over, he said, "I drive da commercial truck to Tanger and you canna cross over with me today for free! No charge madam."

Hillary accepted instantly and then a little thought crept in from her laid-to-rest mother, "don't go takin offers from strangers, ya hear me?" And Hillary swept away her inherited, unmerited fear. For she was feelin in her pot belly gut that this what the angels had arranged for her this day.

In the few hours before departure, Hillary visited her infamous hilarious friend in her divinely fragrant soap store. That's where Hillary plowed through two suitcases of clothes to sort through what she was keepin and givin away. "Mari, I want you to have this, and this. It fits to you," She says. And Mari presents her with 20 euro. That takes care of it! Hillary has all she needs to reach home in Morocco! As soon as Mari gives the money away, a customer steps into the store to make a 20 euro purchase.

The port of Algeciras was designed by some confusion wizards. Driss pointed to the distant dock from the Plaza and directed Hillary, "See over there that truck near that police check, I'll see you there between 12 and 1." "Ah, that'll be easier than finding a saloon in a one-horse town," thought Hillary. Well, Hillary dragged her suitcase on wheels in the direction of that truck, and on the way Driss was comin to her...he said..just keep goin in that direction. See you in an hour." "Well alright, that's easy."

"Humph. I don't see no dern police check near this truck, like he said." And Hillary weaved back and forth to different parkin lots and entrances, until her tongue hung out. And just in the nick of time, Driss showed up to guide her the rest of the way.

Hillary jumped on that big fourteen wheeler and Driss drove that four wheeler into the wide open mouth of the old Moroccan ferry. They were bumper to bumper and hip to hip with a dozen other fourteen wheelers. "It's good I got over clautrophobia when I did," Hillary breathed ease. Two hours later, they reached the other side, Driss met Hillary at the port to show her the money exchange. And then he called for a taxi, told her, anytime you want to cross, just let me know!"

Driss was a real man of gentle instincts. "My dear deceased ma is heaving a sigh of relief," reflected Hillary. And Hillary knew Hillary to be a woman of sound intuitive trust your gut instincts.

All the way from Tanger to Marina Smir, Moroccan people reached out to help, "Let me lift your bag on the bus." "Do you need help finding your way?" Hillary thought, "Now these are angels." Thank you angels. Latest news about the real Hillary Dillary at http://www.voyagingbythelight.blogspot.com

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