Morocco

Morocco

So I went to Morocco, yes. Now I've been to Africa. We couldn't stop singing Aladdin the whole time because that was the first thing the architecture and environment made us think of. Every day at least twenty shopkeepers would say konichiwa! to me. I have experienced a Moroccan public bath and that is a story I will have to tell you in person.

But I think the highlight of the trip was riding camels (dromadaire if one hump, chamel if two) into the Sahara freakin' Desert and then camping the night there. I just don't any other experience compares, staring down at the dipped neck of a camel as you ride into the endless yellow dunes, watching the waves of sand fly and catch on the tips, and following a Berber guide who is so much faster on foot that he pauses to lounge at the top. You think, "Any moment now, and he's going to ask me to draw him a sheep."

We feasted on a gigantic plate of couscous, and heard stories about Berber weddings and their history in Morocco. The next day I woke up to the sun shining over the crests, and as I tried to climb up a slope to find a "toilet", my feet sank directly into the soft sand, like I was climbing on powder.