Dear fellow Babblers,
I’ve been gone from internet connection for quite a while now. I recently took a fifteen day solo trip back to Morocco. My first time visiting the country was back in December/January and I fell in love. You can read more on my initial Moroccan vibes here. From the delicately infused tea with just the right amount of sugar, to the maze of endless medinas to the kind and helpful, sometimes aggressive and flirty natives, Morocco is a place unlike anywhere else in the world.
Morocco is a country burning of culture, history and character. It’s a popular vacation spot for travelers all over the world lending some of its sun to tourists to bathe under, allowing a few tranquil moments of relaxation and pleasure away from the chaos going on in their life back home. I’ve been traveling solo for quite some time now and I always come and leave countries without overwhelming longing to return or nostalgia for the days I spent there. However, with Morocco just as soon as I leave even one of it’s many cities or towns, I am already filling in my calendar with the dates for my return.
These past three weeks I have taken me beyond my dreams into a whole new world. I have lived out of my suitcase, met new and interesting people, slept in a tent in the Sahara and even danced with a family from Sudan in Merzouga desert. Starting in the north part of the country, in Tangier all the way down south alone into the deep desert I have found the weakest parts of myself and made them stronger. I have seen and done things I never said, nor even thought about doing. It is the simple moments that have been occurring in my life that is making me realize how worth it it really is to keep going. Even when life seems to lose it’s color and becomes dull, there is always hope and possibility of a rain shower to bring everything in you that you thought was gone, back to life again.
Starting from Tangier, I traveled to Tetouan, Chefchaouen, Fes, Todra Gorges, and through several towns and villages on my way to and from Merzouga. This was an exhausting, yet thrilling three week trek that left me breathless with excitement and already looking for more adventure. This was not only a vacation for me but almost an anthropological study into the lives of other peoples. I had several opportunities to observe and speak to families coming from a Berber ancestry during my journey between the desert and Fes. I saw languages change, wealth deteriorate and water become increasingly scarce. Between towns, cities and regions I felt like I was arriving in Morocco for the very first time. All was beautiful from the grand mosques to the forgotten villagers, as twisted as that may sound. A large place in my heart emptied and has been filled with running children selling grass woven bracelets in exchange for a dihram. My interests have turned away from my next travel destination to when I will seen these people I have grown to love so much again. My lackadaisical personality has developed into one more eager for adventure. My small circle of acquaintances has grown to make space for all the friends I have made along my journey. My camera memory is no longer countless snapshots of the Eiffel Tower and panoramic views of Paris but Morocco in a whole new light. This is what I am going to share with all of my readers today in hopes that you will all one day visit this north African gem that I can with pride and earnestness, call my second home.
( I own the rights of all photography featured in this post)
My posts will for the next few months be rather sporadic and untimed. I am currently embarking on a new journey that will begin in Paris and take me to Austria, Iceland, Ireland, Turkey and Jordan followed by a return to the US in July before moving to New York in August to begin a new chapter in my life. More on this in the next couple of months.