I hate that so much time has passed between taking the trip and finishing these posts – my intent was document everything while it was fresh in my mind. But just because I’ve had other adventures in the meantime doesn’t mean Morocco isn’t at the top of my thoughts every day…
But eventually we arrived in the city of Ouarzazate where we spent the night in a really beautiful hotel. It was dark when we arrived and I gasped when I opened the shutters in the morning to discover our view:
Finishing our tour of the Kasabah was bittersweet. We were tired, we knew it was our last stop, I longed to be back in the desert, and it was time to say goodbye to our guide with whom we had become good friends. We were handed over to his cousin and a driver for the final few hours back to Marrakech.
Back in Marrakech we ventured out to the main square for dinner where I did my best Andrew Zimmern and ate a Mixed Grill plate without knowing exactly which meat was what. Bread was served from laundry baskets hidden under the tables and napkins were nonexistent. I was proud of our bravery, especially in our exhausted state.
It’s an absurd understatement to say that I’m ridiculously lucky. But: last week, I spent a day in Casablanca. It is shockingly modern, Western, and entirely different than the Morocco I experienced with Kirsten. I can’t express how thankful I am for every moment of our trip – even the annoying ones I’ve omitted from these posts (endless hours of bad music in our SUV, motion sickness, scarce toilet paper, you get the idea…) because they were part of our unforgettable journey.
I was terrible at remembering words and phrases in Berber (or any other language.) But I know and love the notion that when bidding farewell their response is, “God willing.”
So: Thank you!
Saha, Morocco. I’ll be back – God willing.