But I feel as though I have lost an important connection to the energy of Marrakech by being here. I’ve sold out to luxury. I am no longer traveling. Rather, I am entombed in rich idleness.
The Ksar Char Bagh
Atlas Mountains, Imlil
The drive back seems shorter and at parts, we all sit quiet and enjoy the peaceful yellows of the summer tall grasses of the countryside, the blues of the wide open sky, and an almost empty road.
Marrakech, the Red City
It was a voiceless, dark walk back...the deeper you twist and turn into the residential quarters of the medina, the quieter it gets. The evening Adhan can be heard muffled in the distance. The stars overhead are desert stars of the nearby Sahara, vain and bright, having no rivals from light pollution on the ground. They are stars that shine so brightly they pop, like a sky filled with glittering supernovae.
From Spain to Morocco…
So...my little dream may come true after all. The one I've had since 1991. D and I have been tossing around the idea of going to Morocco next summer. I'll fly to Madrid with my kids to stay with my in-laws for a few weeks. D will fly over at a later date and together,... Continue Reading →
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