Overwhelming life here in Morocco, but yet so simple. I have been thinking of cleanliness. Here we are covered by a layer of dust and grime all the time. Food at the souk is in the open, meat hangs from hooks, dates are dusted constantly and fruits are partially dulled by the dirt. We would shudder in Halifax. The tastes are magnificent, truly food from the source. Do I need to buy the pre washed salad in a package back home? Now that seems so foreign.......
We are living in a tourist area of the country. (Right now I am sitting at the edge of a hotel pool listening to the kids play, not our usual routine!) Our Riad, in the middle of the medina, is at the end of a long alley. The ground is rough and the sewer drains are partially exposed. Disconcerting on the first night as we arrived in the dark. Now, after 7 days, it is normal. We greet the sellers on the street, I have my favourite fruit stand and bargaining is standard. As we begin our second week in Essaouira I worry the time will speed up. So much more to do, couscous royale by the ever helpful Fatouma, camels to ride, argon oil delivery (from our trip to the country)beach walking, ever present daily food searching, souvenir shopping (I want it all, I wonder how it will translate back home.....?) swimming, and then two nights in Marrakech on the way back to Geneva and the first world.
I will never forget this.
We are living in a tourist area of the country. (Right now I am sitting at the edge of a hotel pool listening to the kids play, not our usual routine!) Our Riad, in the middle of the medina, is at the end of a long alley. The ground is rough and the sewer drains are partially exposed. Disconcerting on the first night as we arrived in the dark. Now, after 7 days, it is normal. We greet the sellers on the street, I have my favourite fruit stand and bargaining is standard. As we begin our second week in Essaouira I worry the time will speed up. So much more to do, couscous royale by the ever helpful Fatouma, camels to ride, argon oil delivery (from our trip to the country)beach walking, ever present daily food searching, souvenir shopping (I want it all, I wonder how it will translate back home.....?) swimming, and then two nights in Marrakech on the way back to Geneva and the first world.
I will never forget this.
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