I don't know if you have read the story of my passport in which I had to change my name after 40 years.(The whole story is here)
So it was the first time that I would use my "new" name. I told the girl that my name had changed and she looked at me with eyes big as flying saucers. I explained that after 40 years the Germans had finally realized that I travelled illegally under my husbands name, which I had taken when I married, but now the embassy had realized that this is wrong and I should have used my maiden name on my passport ! The poor girl didn't understand a thing only that it was a little "strange" that I asked her to kindly change my name in her computer files from Smith to Jones, which she did. Then only she took the booking and for the first time after 40 years I will travel under my maiden name which is again new to me. In some way I did a rebirth.
Mr. G. complained that his name is not even mentioned in little on my passport. Nobody knows now that I am married. Fortunately I have a certain age, otherwise men could get wrong ideas.
With the papers in my hands I returned to my car and hoped that my little cat will feel better soon too. Now I can dream about my roundtrip through the imperial cities in Morocco, visiting all royal palaces and historical places. Even the grey weather doesn't bother me anymore.
And these are the cities we will visit in May : Marrakech, Casablanca, Rabat, Fes, Meknes and Afourer