This is not true.
I'm not gonna lie to you. Morocco was not at all what I expected. There was not date-dripping palm trees on every corner. My mouth did not water from the constant scent of spice-filled food cooking in the markets. The streets were not full of women wearing rich, colorful fabrics.
But different isn't bad...it's just different. Keeping in line with the modest mentality of the Morocco, the beauty of Morocco isn't on the surface. But if you know where to look, what you'll find will take your breath away.
Here's where I found the beauty of Morocco:
|In the doorway of the gateway to an ancient medina.|
|In the exotic luxury of the Hammam, a traditional Moroccan Spa.|
|Bargaining for a drum one of the thousands of stall in the Fez's souk, the largest car-free open air market in the world.|
|Following our guide through the ancient town of Meknes.|
|2200 meters above sea level at the edge of a cliff in the High Atlas Mountains with the wind rushing through my hair.|
|In the simple beauty of a single tree.|
|In the sandcastle-like ancient ruins that are as common in Morocco as Starbucks is in Toronto...but much more breathtaking.|
|In the giddy realization that Oases are real.|
|In the young man who guided us through the Sahara desert: a Berber nomad who never attended school but can read and write and speak 6 languages...which he "picked up" from us, his tourists.|
|In this field of vegetable-dye filled barrels where men were dyeing leather using the same techniques their ancestors have been using for centuries.|
|In this little boy, all dressed up for the final days of Ramadan, peeking out of the mosque into the crowded streets of the Medina.|
|In this ancient geometrical marvel: a stable that once house over 20 000 horses.|
Morocco: I luuuuve it. It's awwwwwwesome. A-maize-ing.