market maze

All I was thinking about on our way to Marrakech was the pits of chemicals and shit that Amy fell into (around 17:19) a few years ago. Mainly because that was around when the frands were brought together.

where atlantic meets mediterranean

blue city

I couldn't pronounce Chefchaouen, so I kept calling it the "Blue City." The Blue City is the only place I cannot compromise on this trip to Morocco, I said. I want to go to there, I demanded.

When I woke up on that long bus ride from Fez to Chefchaouen, the first thing I saw was the shiny white city tucked into the beige and brown hillside. I was only mildly disappointed that it wasn't just a royal blue blur from afar, but I'm unreasonable and I overestimate the intensity of colors sometimes.

natural colors

This is a hanging camel head. I was taken aback at first... and then I was just focused on how tall the crown of its head is.

fast paced slow processing

I more or less decided I didn't want to do any more tour groups after this one. Not because of any negative experience or mishap. I was impressed with the organization. I liked our tour guide. I don't know how I would've fit nine cities into ten days.

But for how expensive it all turned out to be, I would have liked more time to lose myself in the markets.

homestay

I think if there's one thing I'd do differently about going abroad in college, it's taking more time to find a homestay in Melbourne. For one night in Moulay Idriss, we stayed in an elaborately decorated bed and breakfast with a killer rooftop view, and I was obsessed.

I loved the dining area that was situated below the balcony to my room. I loved the rooms themselves with the double doors and the curtained windows. I didn't love that a donkey hauled all our luggage up the many steps, poor guy, but I did love that some people had donkeys for groceries and such. I loved that we could hear the commotion and celebration of the town breaking fast together from the roof.

casablanca is less romantic than it sounds