An American in Marrakech

One of the best things about living in Rome isn’t just being able to experience Rome itself, it’s the ability to get great deals on flights all over the world.

This weekend, our destination of choice was Morocco.

The cheap flights come with one condition: only a single piece of carryon baggage (under 10kg) allowed.  Since we were traveling light, and I had read on lots of forums that photography was frowned upon by many Moroccans, I left my DSLR at home.

The highlight of my trip was definitely visiting my friend’s 800 year old home.  She wanted to show us a Berber village while we were in Morocco.  Her family was so welcoming- there was lots of mint tea and laughter.

As I type, I keep looking at my hands because they are now covered in beautiful Berber henna designs.

Back to Marrakech for one more day.  Watch out for motorcycles when walking down the narrow alleys.

Wool dyers in the souks

If Morocco has been on your list of places to visit, move it to the the top.  Be ready to be overwhelmed by colors and activity, to bargain, to accept invitations to mint tea, and have an amazing time. I can’t wait to go back.

Being back in Rome, fresh off the plane from Marrakech on one of the biggest American holidays of the year, feels a bit strange.  I am sorry I can’t be home to celebrate with family and friends, but I am so thankful for all the experiences I have had this year.

Much love and Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

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