Morocco

Takin it Easy in Taghazout

  From north to south I journeyed across Morocco’s enchanting land     from the mountains in Chefchaoeun to Fez and Marrakech without a plan.     As a woman on my own you can imagine I was relentlessly harassed     walking in the street I heard constantly “bonjour...

Marrakech Madness

  After a few days in Marrakech you may very well go mad.     You may struggle with hustlers and the harassment can get bad.     You may nearly get hit by motos and donkey carts.     It might get sketchy if you wander late after dark.     You may get lost in the maze...

The Day I Fell in Love With Morocco

  “Goats in trees, goats in trees!” we shouted and pointed.     A few miles back, our driver and surf instructor Ismael, told us to keep our eyes out for goats climbing argan trees, a novelty in this part of Morocco. Sure enough they appeared, and we squealed like...

How to Travel as a Woman Alone in Morocco Without Going Insane

  After just one week traveling on my own in Morocco, I was already beginning to lose my mind. I’ve traveled solo for three years, all over the world, yet nothing prepared me for the relentless harassment I encountered.     No matter what I wore, every man I passed in...

What the F*** Fez

  A tangled web of narrow shopping streets     nestled in the valley surrounded by green.     A deeply rooted pride for its history and tradition     original buildings in the medina all have satellite television.     City walls all brown and old     and an explosion...

Chefchaouen’s Blue Mystery

  Long before Chefchaouen came to be a town     this place in the Rif Mountains was called a sacred zone.     They believed it had supernatural powers bringing pilgrims and marabouts     it’s no wonder for nearly five hundred years they fought to keep all foreigners...

Lost in Morocco

  The call to prayer echoes off of the stonewalls of the medina before sunrise.     Feral cats roam the wharf, begging for leftover fish carcasses and heads.     Terracotta earthenware spills onto the sidewalk from shops painted in bright blue hues.     Each “hola,”...

This American Girl in Morocco Part VIII: A Chance Encounter in Marrakech

  I'm taking a brief break from my Southeast Asia updates to pick back up on my Morocco series I began last year. Enjoy this short story on the day I missed my bus in Marrakech because of a hangover. Regular Thailand posts will resume in a few days 🙂      I awoke in...

This American Girl in Morocco Part VII: The Desert

  The hush of the blowing wind blankets the sea of terracotta mounds.   With no civilization, no development, and no obstruction the wind sweeps the expansive desert with ease.   It has the strength to lift the earth, liberating particles into a swirling breeze, and...

This American Girl in Morocco Part VI: I Had Marrakech Fever

  The van tilted and shook as we continued along rocky mountain switchbacks. My fever broke but its aftermath left me dizzy and borderline comatose.  I regretted my decision to buckle into the van that morning but two hours outside of Marrakech there was no turning...

This American Girl in Morocco Part V: When I Bought a Rug in Fez

  Hi loyal friends, new friends, first time visitors, Mom.   Some of you may have started reading my series “This American Girl in Morocco” and wondered, “what happened?” Well, I’m happy to say that the series is back, and I will (do my best to) post a new chapter to...

This American Girl in Morocco Part IV: To Be a Woman

Continued from This American Girl in Morocco Part III     I was angry.   Angry at the drug dealers for embarrassing me. Angry with Mexico City for his belittling comments. Angry at the women in the hostel who wore shorts without being bothered. Angry with all of the...

This American Girl in Morocco: Part II, The Cost of Travel

continued from This American Girl in Morocco: Part I, The Ascent      We quickly learned that directions come at a price in Morocco.   Alone on the edge of a mountain, after hauling our luggage off of the local bus, the five of us crammed into a taxi en route to...

This American Girl in Morocco

  Hi there. How are you today?   Sorry I haven’t written in a while.   I could site as many excuses as there are beautiful beaches, sunsets, and tropical flowers, but today I will site only one:   I decided to do other things instead.   I decided to spend four...

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Morocco

Takin it Easy in Taghazout

  From north to south I journeyed across Morocco’s enchanting land     from the mountains in Chefchaoeun to Fez and Marrakech without a plan.     As a woman on my own you can imagine I was relentlessly harassed     walking in the street I heard constantly “bonjour...

Marrakech Madness

  After a few days in Marrakech you may very well go mad.     You may struggle with hustlers and the harassment can get bad.     You may nearly get hit by motos and donkey carts.     It might get sketchy if you wander late after dark.     You may get lost in the maze...

The Day I Fell in Love With Morocco

  “Goats in trees, goats in trees!” we shouted and pointed.     A few miles back, our driver and surf instructor Ismael, told us to keep our eyes out for goats climbing argan trees, a novelty in this part of Morocco. Sure enough they appeared, and we squealed like...

How to Travel as a Woman Alone in Morocco Without Going Insane

  After just one week traveling on my own in Morocco, I was already beginning to lose my mind. I’ve traveled solo for three years, all over the world, yet nothing prepared me for the relentless harassment I encountered.     No matter what I wore, every man I passed in...

What the F*** Fez

  A tangled web of narrow shopping streets     nestled in the valley surrounded by green.     A deeply rooted pride for its history and tradition     original buildings in the medina all have satellite television.     City walls all brown and old     and an explosion...

Chefchaouen’s Blue Mystery

  Long before Chefchaouen came to be a town     this place in the Rif Mountains was called a sacred zone.     They believed it had supernatural powers bringing pilgrims and marabouts     it’s no wonder for nearly five hundred years they fought to keep all foreigners...

Lost in Morocco

  The call to prayer echoes off of the stonewalls of the medina before sunrise.     Feral cats roam the wharf, begging for leftover fish carcasses and heads.     Terracotta earthenware spills onto the sidewalk from shops painted in bright blue hues.     Each “hola,”...

This American Girl in Morocco Part VIII: A Chance Encounter in Marrakech

  I'm taking a brief break from my Southeast Asia updates to pick back up on my Morocco series I began last year. Enjoy this short story on the day I missed my bus in Marrakech because of a hangover. Regular Thailand posts will resume in a few days 🙂      I awoke in...

This American Girl in Morocco Part VII: The Desert

  The hush of the blowing wind blankets the sea of terracotta mounds.   With no civilization, no development, and no obstruction the wind sweeps the expansive desert with ease.   It has the strength to lift the earth, liberating particles into a swirling breeze, and...

This American Girl in Morocco Part VI: I Had Marrakech Fever

  The van tilted and shook as we continued along rocky mountain switchbacks. My fever broke but its aftermath left me dizzy and borderline comatose.  I regretted my decision to buckle into the van that morning but two hours outside of Marrakech there was no turning...

This American Girl in Morocco Part V: When I Bought a Rug in Fez

  Hi loyal friends, new friends, first time visitors, Mom.   Some of you may have started reading my series “This American Girl in Morocco” and wondered, “what happened?” Well, I’m happy to say that the series is back, and I will (do my best to) post a new chapter to...

This American Girl in Morocco Part IV: To Be a Woman

Continued from This American Girl in Morocco Part III     I was angry.   Angry at the drug dealers for embarrassing me. Angry with Mexico City for his belittling comments. Angry at the women in the hostel who wore shorts without being bothered. Angry with all of the...

This American Girl in Morocco: Part II, The Cost of Travel

continued from This American Girl in Morocco: Part I, The Ascent      We quickly learned that directions come at a price in Morocco.   Alone on the edge of a mountain, after hauling our luggage off of the local bus, the five of us crammed into a taxi en route to...

This American Girl in Morocco

  Hi there. How are you today?   Sorry I haven’t written in a while.   I could site as many excuses as there are beautiful beaches, sunsets, and tropical flowers, but today I will site only one:   I decided to do other things instead.   I decided to spend four...

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