Morocco
Morocco. Where do I even start? It is such a fascinating, beautiful, storied place. The colors there are so vibrant, and every unassuming doorway hides a secret garden in the courtyard of a riad. We covered a lot of territory in a week, but we never felt rushed or hurried through things.
When we were en route to our next stop, our trains and buses took us through the Moroccan countryside or small villages scattered in the mountains. I love traveling by train (though they are sometimes crowded and stuffy) and vistas like this swept past, with plowed and emptied fields, olive orchards in neat rows, and mountains in the distance. And the sunrises and sunsets from the train were vivid and beautiful.
This is a map adapted from my notebook drawing—simplified and with our general trip route added. For a frame of reference, the first night we took an overnight train ride of 10.5 hours from Marrakesh to Tangier; going from Fes to Casablanca by train was about 5 hours.
Each city was unique and distinctive, and I loved them all. It's hard to pick a favorite, but when pressed I would say Chefchaoeun (of which I believe there are five or six accepted spellings). Things I loved about Morocco in general: the textiles! (you can count on an entire post dedicated to this topic), the citrus, bougainvillea everywhere you could possibly want it, the couscous, and the zellij tile work.
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Chefchaoeun reminded me so much of Italy at times—here, with its green hills and terra cotta tiled roofs.
Tippe and I unwittingly wore/packed/brought matching coats. E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E commented on this throughout the trip, which was comical. We finally took a photo because we matched each other and the train station in Fes.
The larger-than-life Moroccan moon. We saw several moonrises throughout our trip (basically if we happened to be outside at the right time) and each time they took my breath away.
SCHWEPPES AU CITRON. This beverage was life-changing! From my research and asking around, it appears it is only available in Morocco. (We looked all over in Spain during our long layover explorations to no avail.) Even the Coca Cola website seems to affirm this, along with oodles of online forums of other former Moroccan travelers lamenting its limited accessibility. I am a little heartbroken. You have this, among many other things, to look forward to, should you ever find yourself in Morocco.
The fanciest breakfast of which I have ever partaken: Moroccan mint tea in pretty silver teapots, some kind of fruity sweetbread, tasteless pancakes in fluorescent colors mirroring the Moroccan flag, European butter (it is 100x better than ours), amazing olive oil (also 100x better than ours), several types of breads, and on and on.
To be continued...
(A handful of posts to come: food, textiles, Tangier, Chefchaouen, Fes & Casablanca, Marrakesh.)












