In March, my little family visited Morocco. We were joined by my parents and sister, and went on a three day tour that took us through the Atlas mountains, to the edge of the Sahara Desert, and then back through the Anti Atlas Mountains to Marrakech. Morocco was incredible, simply put. It’s hard to describe, but it was almost like stepping back in time. Although I was unable to capture most of what we saw in the countryside (because we were driving and also out of respect), I’ll remember watching children playing games on the side of the road, women foraging for food and firewood in the hills , carrying their bounty on their backs, and men resting against building sides, smiling as we passed, soaking in the last few rays of sunshine before the night fell.
I loved the chaos of Marakkech, it was one of the most amazing places I’ve ever been because there was always something happening. Whether it was watching a snake charmer, hearing the Call to Prayer in the distance, haggling for a treasure in the endless market maze, moving out of the way for a cart pulled by a donkey or a motorcycle flying through a pedestrian zone, and being constantly barraged by locals touting their wares. A week was simply not enough for this amazing place, and I can’t wait to go back.