It makes sense that first experiences are so memorable, but trips are like chips. The first one is a-ma-zing. And you spend the rest of the bag trying to get that salty mouth-rush back.
All of us human types rely on each another to thrive. We need to think outside our political borders to heal social, economic, and environmental wounds that have been sustained in the world. This is global citizenship. Maybe our kids can fix what we haven’t been able to in our generation.
The three of us lounged on bright Moroccan cushions three stories above the chaos of Marrakesh. The crushing heat was lifted by a breeze crossing the rooftop hideaway as the sun went down. Then Fayaaz, our waiter, brought us dishes of ice cream that tasted like the frozen scent of blooming orange trees.
We learned so much from our time in Morocco when Beija was 10. It was such a different culture and opened our eyes to new art, food, and social structures. I asked Beija what she liked most about Morocco and without hesitation she said, “camping in the desert, medinas, and the food.” So we’ll tell you how to get all that and more in the rest of this post.
This is a short experiential piece I wrote after a near death experience trying to find our riad in the medina of Marrakesh GPS was our only hope to find our riad and she was not in a helpful mood. Looking back, I don’t know why we followed the Garmin GPS’s commands in Marrakesh. She was domineering. Demanding. Relentless.