We are at the Madrid airport in the Neptuno lounge, waiting an hour for our flight to begin boarding.
While this holiday has not been without its challenges, this trip has done exactly what it was supposed to do: help me leave behind some daily cares for a while, be a time of friendship and camaraderie, and give me even more understanding of Morocco (and more reasons to return).
The challenges have included no luggage (found only as we were leaving Tangier) and a lingering touch of The Portuguese Revenge from the local water in Fès.
But the joys!–
- the blue of Chefchaouen
- that camel ride
- several memorable meals
- talking with locals
- the corniche in Tangier
- Kevin’s glee at buying spices at the market in Meknes
- the medina in Fès
- attentive staff at riads and hotels
- medicine delivered to the hotel
- sights and sounds and scents (and smells) to fill a lifetime
Some of my favorite photos from the past ten days:
The paint’s pigment is as blue as the sky.
Reunited. At the end of the journey.
By the highway.
An elderly Berber matron.
How I loved seeing this flag today!
Berber ladies selling their veggies.
I’ve not yet posted photos of meals, so now is the time.
Kevin and I ate well on Thursday. Lunch was in Meknes, on a terrace overlooking the King’s garden. We both had the same thing:
- chicken broth with fresh cream and a delicious crouton of fried onion
- pastilla (chicken pie)
- and dessert for me of oranges with cinnamon. Kevin had a fruit salad.
Dinner at our riad in Fez was stunningly good:
- harira, the local soup (served right now as the first course of iftar after the sunset call to prayer)
- a delicious nut and honey paste that I could have eaten all night
- small loaves of khobz, the local bread
- lamb for me, and chicken for Kevin
- a bowl of fruit for dessert (the remnants of some are on Kevin’s plate)
Our view from the riad dining room: