For four years we lived in a fishing city in the north of Morocco. It was small, welcoming, and boasted of its…you guessed it…fish! We returned this past week and reveled in its strengths–hospitality and sardines.This forgotten octopus laid next to kilos and kilos of fish being sold at the central market.Patrick bought a kilo of sardines (for about 40 US cents!) and another type of fish and then took it across the street to a grill where they prepare your fish.We sat in the smokey interior and waited for our lunch. Perfectly grilled sardines. Yum!Venturing into the port in the evening, our old neighbor welcomed Patrick onto his boat.As the sun goes down, the fishermen’s day begins. There is a peaceful rhythm to life in a fishing city. I am forever changed by our four years there. I was happy to return.