No matter where you go, it never seems like enough time. These 3 days in Marrakech has flown by. I barely managed to plant my feet, before another adventure is sweeping me away. But not any kind of adventure, no this is something I’ve wanted to do for quite some time. The adventure I’m seeking, is no other than a 3 day desert trip to Fez. Camels, sleeping in the Sahara desert under the stars, visiting Berber towns and driving across the Atlas mountains. *Squealing*. Of course I didn’t read the part about not departing back to Marrakech from Fez. So me and my big ass suitcase will have to take the train. I’ve heard the scenery is stunning, so yeah sure what the heck. I can probably survive another 7 hour of my bum being glued down to a seat in a confined space.
As promised here are the photos from my gorgeous breakfast on the rooftop patio yesterday. In Morocco the most important meal of the day, is the breakfast. So of course it will be a magnificent feast. Two platters with pancakes, freshly baked bread, croissants, cakes and fruit. Freshly squeezed orange juice and a pot of Moroccan mint green tea. As I was munching down on a slice of oranges, morning prayer started like clockwork. Distant chanting spreading across the Médina. “Allahu Akbar”. The sun felt amazing on my frosted cheeks. It was one of those moments where you fall in love with life, and you feel blessed for the opportunity you’ve been given.
I’m in love with Morocco, and I’m certain I’ll just fall harder the longer I stay.
My ride is here to sweep me off into the desert. Whatever you guys are doing this weekend, I hope you have a good one.