Can a city feel like a secret? My first morning in Tetouan did. Unlike the tourist trails of Fez or Chefchaouen, Tetouan hummed with a quiet authenticity. I sipped coffee in a tiled café off Place Hassan II, watching locals gather. The morning sun hit the whitewashed walls of the medina, making them glow against…
Can a color be a feeling? My first glimpse of Chefchaouen answered that question. After navigating the dusty roads of the Rif Mountains, I rounded a corner and was met with a cascade of blue cerulean, cobalt, sapphire washing over every wall, stair, and doorway. The midday sun bounced off the paint, filling the air…
Can a city be a living work of art? My first evening during my Marrakech travel adventure answered that question with a resounding yes. I stood at the edge of Jemaa el-Fnaa as the sun dipped below the Koutoubia Mosque, and the square transformed. The smoke of a hundred food stalls rose into the pink sky, the…
Have You Ever Gotten Wonderfully Lost? Can you still recall the scent of centuries-old cedarwood, the distant call to prayer echoing down a sun-drenched alley, and the sudden, breathtaking sight of a hidden fountain, its tiles gleaming like a jewel? That was my first moment in the Fes medina. I turned a corner, my map…
Can you smell it? The warm, intoxicating blend of cumin, saffron, and cedar wood drifting through a narrow alley. Can you hear it? The distant call to prayer echoing over a sun-baked square, the chatter of a hundred market stalls, the sudden silence of the vast Sahara at dusk. This is Morocco, a country that…