By the time you read this, I will have (hopefully) arrived in Rabat and have started wreaking havoc on North Africa. (Fingers crossed!)
But since I didn’t want to deprive you of goodfuntimes on McPolish, let me introduce you to the lovely Megan from Best of Fates, who is our first guest poster of the week. I’ve been reading Megan’s blog for some time now, and I’ll be the first to tell you she has some amazing stalking skills when it comes to woodland creatures. When you’re done reading about her Moroccan adventures here, I highly encourage you to head on over to her site to see what foibles and follies she’s been up to lately.
Morocco and I have had our ups and downs. Our ins and outs. Our compliments and catcalls. Our bikinis and burqinis.
But when I think back to our time together, I do so with joy and love and sometimes, annoyance.
In honor of our very special relationship, I present 7 things I love (and hate) about Morocco:
Camels are awesome. They’re big and snuggly and have the most gorgeous eyelashes you can imagine. I’ve never met one who spits, and they’re always up for shadow photo shoots.
But… how flexible are your inner thigh muscles? ‘Cause camels are wide.
North Africa is filled with gorgeous floor mosaics that are beautifully preserved. There’s something magical about touching and walking across ancient Roman ruins.
But… it’s best if you go see them now. ‘Cause though I love that I’m given the freedom to walk on/touch the ancient colored tiles there’s only so many people who can do so before every site starts resembling a freshman dorm hall bathroom.
A male freshman dorm hall bathroom.
Moroccan food is delicious. Couscous, lentils, chicken, homemade bread, melon – all foods taste better in Morocco. Especially anything made in a tajine. I’m drooling just thinking about it. Which is quite unfortunate for my keyboard.
But… see that drink in the above photo? Think it’s milk? It’s not. Rather, it’s milk that isn’t completely a liquid. Known as leban, it haunts my nightmares to this day.
An ancient tradition of dying that is still used in Moroccan cities, tanneries provide vibrant colors and educational tours and is a sudden reminder that you’re in another country..
But… some of those vats contain pigeon poop. And if you’re staying anywhere within a few mile radius of a tannery you’re going to discover that for yourself.
5. The Souk
Most dating back thousands of years, each Moroccan souk has its own flavor and specialty. It’s where you’ll go to buy bread and fabric and souvenirs. Half the men you encounter in the souk will persistently try and sell you something and the other half will try to sell you themselves – though don’t get married for less than 1,000 goats. A gal’s gotta have some standards.
But… don’t expect everything sold in a souk to be made in Morocco. Despite the proprietor’s objections, that “Made in China” label is probably a clue.
The Atlas mountains, the Sahara Desert, the Atlantic Ocean and all the places in between – Morocco has a vast variety of things to see. Some are awe inspiring (like the desert), some are gorgeous (like the coast), some are sketchy (like Tangier) and some are just overrated (like Casablanca).
But… it’s not possible to see them all in one week, or one month, or even a whole summer. That’s why I’ll always look back and regret having never viewed goats climbing trees.
(Yes, Morocco has goats that climb trees.)
(Or so I’ve heard.)
Everywhere you look in Morocco there are doorways that look like this.
And this. And thousands of other photos I could show you, until eventually you’d stop being impressed and start expecting everything around you to be painstakingly carved or painted or tiled.
But… those expectations are going to be dashed if, like me, Morocco isn’t your home and eventually you’ll have to leave.
Did I forget to tell you about people?
‘Cause they’re amazing
So that’s inexcusable,