If you have ever dreamt of going to morocco, or thought you might stop over whilst visiting Spain, I must insist that you do whatever you can to make it so. However, I ask that you forget the cities and instead head for the countryside. Whilst the cities are full of interesting sites and thriving with people, it's the countryside, the desert and the mountains that offer the real essence of all that Morocco has to offer. Forget about Naples, "see the Sahara and die", for there is nothing like it. Sweeping dunes of golden sand flow like a turbulent river of gold into the distance and camels stead footedly trod the terrain, carrying their many burdens. Lying down at night, you look up to a black canvas, speckled with the lights of distant galaxies.
The mountains are diverse and strikingly beautiful, their peaks rising to impossible heights. Some are soft with dark green foliage, whilst others are all hard rock and sharp facades. Morocco is a country of tradition and modernism walking hand-in-hand. Old men walk down the street in traditional garb whilst talking on iPhones and young men in jeans and polo shirts walk around in traditional, pointed yellow shoes. All the seats and tables in the cafés are faced towards the street, lined with men, young and old, smoking and drinking coffee. the women walk freely through the streets, shopping alone or chatting with friends. Children wear white lab coat style smocks over their ordinary clothes for school, most of them walking or riding a bike. There are almost as many cats as there are people, some healthy and fed, some not.
Morocco for me, will always be vegetable tagine, kittens, markets, red, red sand and crisp mountain air. Never shall I forget the buildings,
the spices, the prayer call or the heat, but most especially, I will always remember the people.