Marrakech was another world. I’m still working through my notes and my thoughts to decide how I feel about the place. Taking away some of the bad luck I ran into, which is just something you risk when you travel, Morocco was a country that took my breath away. It made me stop and stare, and it made me think.
But more than anything, it made me take pictures, because it’s not every day you hop on a flight to the Northern tip of Africa. As I wandered through a whole new world, I couldn’t help but live a little bit through my lens.
There was the ridiculous conversion rate of 1 euro to 10 African dirham, which made me feel like a baller. There was the Jemaa el-Fnaa, Marrakech’s biggest market, which was sprawled out with snake charmers, monkeys on leashes, fresh juice stands, steaming hot snails, women chasing you to give you henna tattoos and the smell of Moroccan spices drifting from the tiny food stalls.
Everywhere I turned, I saw a photo to take, a scene to take in, an entertainer to stop and watch for a while.
There were also the infamous Moroccan souks, where I haggled for spices, bowls and jewelry. And — in retrospect — almost never came away with a spectacular deal. More to come on that and lots more photos.
Cheers to Marrakech, feeling so frustrated I could’ve cried, and never feeling more out of my comfort zone while traveling. Cheers to sweet Moroccan mint tea, a few new bowls for my kitchen and some spices to send home. Cheers to going through four rolls of film and not being able to stop shooting. Cheers to experiencing a different culture and coming away as a stronger person.