Last weekend I went to Morocco and it was one of the coolest experiences I’ve ever had in my life. A few highlights:
- Frantically running through the bus station in Sevilla while holding my suitcase like a baby, (cause ain’t nobody got time to pick it up and put it down after every staircase) in order to make it to our meet point on time.
- The R&B throwback mixtape that was playing on our tour bus when we got on… and continued to play for almost the entire weekend.
- Staying in a hotel instead of a hostel for the first time since I’ve come to Spain. Hotels, man. That stuff is luxurious.
- Our walking tour guide in Chefchaouen, Abdu al Salaam, whose passion and intensity was as visible as his finger pointing and unbreakable eye contact.
- Eating freshly baked bread that is so hot that you almost burn your fingers, but you don’t care because it’s deliciously crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside.
- Finding the only other auxiliar within our tour group and becoming fast friends.
- Asilah. This coastal city with its white-walled skyline, waves rolling to shore, and the linens and textiles flanking inner city walls.
- Moroccan tea.
- Finding the courage to barter for the best price but only because Natalie pops up behind the salesman and mouths the next number I should offer. (Yeah! I can do this!)
- Being by the sea because oceans and lakes remind me of home and my Home.
And now for a visual summary: