All I know is that Redacted would not. stop. yapping about it.
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I wanted to go inside and wait but Redacted has a very strong leave no one behind ethic and insisted on staying with Disney On Ice until he got a ticket.
I’ve noticed that I have one speed … fast. I go and go and go and then I crash. It has been pretty nonstop since I got back from Morocco, settling back into work and regular life. I like working hard, and not in some asinine work hard play hard BS, I simply enjoy the […]
I am grateful for that flutter of a butterfly’s wing that set off the random chain of events that brought me here. It started with seeing a repost of Jo’s bohemian interior decor on someone else’s Instagram feed feed, following her for a year on social media, then deciding to take a leap of faith to go to Morocco with her.
While it was cold and wet outside, the inside was warm and cozy. Yes, sun would have been preferable but we enjoyed the novelty of rain in the dessert.
Today marked a change in my feeling about the souk. Places started to look familiar, I recognized faces and shops, and was able to find my way around. I knew to go left out of the riad, down the dark and scary alley, left at the trash heap, pass the musician, my favorite leather place is on the right, turn left at the rug dealer that ripped me off, right through the vegetable market, and there is the basket market.
Every single room in Salut Maroc was unique, decorated with antiques and tiled in the the most vibrant colors. Not a single corner was neglected, each room a piece of art. We spent the first hour touring each other’s rooms and taking pictures. It was an absolute feast for the eyes.
Once again I woke up to the call to prayers, but at least I slept soundly most of the night. As I get older, I have come to realize that a good night’s sleep isn’t something I can take for granted. I was the first person to come downstairs as the sky slowly lightened, my […]
I woke up this morning to the sound of the call to prayer at 5am. It was a layered sound, starting beautifully and culminating in a dirge. There are mosques everywhere, each with their own signature sound. I slipped out of bed and padded up the stairs to the roof in my bare feet. Agony. […]
The drive to our riad was the perfect introduction to the city, it was both similar to and completely unlike places I’ve been. I recognized the shift between the old city center and the sprawling surround, the tension between the modern and the ancient.