I have always wanted to visit Morocco. Dave says this sounds ridiculous (and he’s probably right) but all relates back to Epcot Morocco always being my favorite in the World Showcase at Disney World in Orlando. When I was a kid, I remember saving my trip money and buying a necklace there and I still can remember what it looked like even though I was probably 12 or younger. Also, there was a particular episode about the Young Indiana Jones Chronicles in Morocco around the same era, but I digress. Basically, Morocco has always been on my radar and when the opportunity presented itself, I was all in. Dave needed a little more convincing, which was easy after forwarding a few photos/links of Marrakech and the Sahara. We learned a lot along the way, and I wanted to share what made this trip a once in a lifetime experience.
First, we flew from New York because Royal Air Maroc flies directly to Casablanca from JFK. We had read a lot of negative reviews about the airline, but we had a great experience . . . but also, we regularly fly Spirit to Florida, so it’s possible that we just expect airlines to be terrible and are impressed when things go right!
Day 1: Marrakech. We were greeted at the airport by a driver from La Mamounia, our first stop on the trip. After an overnight flight, we decided we would spend the day at the resort, exploring the gardens and the world famous spa. While we were being checked in, we were served almond milk and dates in the spectacular lounge area of the lobby. This was, by far, the most beautiful hotel I have ever seen. The architecture, gardens, design, and art are just incredible. The smell of the flowers in the gardens . . . I can’t even begin to describe the beauty of this place. We spent our day here and had dinner at Le Marocain, the Moroccan restaurant on the property.
Day 2: La Mamounia arranged a private tour guide for the day, which we had arranged with the concierge a few months earlier. Our guide, Ahmed, met us at our hotel and get this he told us he learned to speak English fluently while an employee of Disney . . . at Epcot Morocco (if that’s not fate, I don’t know what is). The value of a tour guide cannot be overstated, as we did not wait in many lines (Ahmed asked security to let us through while he waited in line and purchased our tickets) and we avoided the most crowded places and saved them for a later day. Ahmed introduced us to local people and their customs, like the neighborhood baker and the man in charge of heating water behind the stone walls of the Hammam (Moroccan baths). He also took us to beautiful shops in the Medina, all with high quality goods with merchants we trusted. Shopping for rugs is an experience. We saw the most incredible rugs, truly works of art in their own right, at Palais Saadien, and shopped for handmade lamps at Miloud El Jouli. We didn’t expect to buy carpets and lamps on our first day, but the quality and craftsmanship sold us pretty quickly. (Both Palais Saadien and Miloud El Jouli shipped our purchases home and everything reached us within about 3 weeks, well packed, and in perfect condition. Palais Saadien had us sign our rugs so that we knew when they arrived that they were the same rugs we purchased). Throughout the day we visited the Saadian Tombs, the Mellah, Confluences Museum, and Maison de la Photographie.
We ate lunch at Nomad, a restaurant with a beautiful view of the famous square, Djeema el Fna, ate snacks at one of the stalls there later, and dinner at Yakout, an absolutely beautiful restaurant with traditional Moroccan food, all of which I would highly recommend.
Day 3: We met our driver, Ali, for a four day, three night trip to the Sahara. Although on a map it doesn’t look far, the drive from Marrakech to the Sahara is at least a nine hour trek, mostly due to the drive through the mountains and low speed roads that travel through villages. We arranged our driver and our accommodations through Caravanserai, a desert camp based in Merzouga. We drove through the Atlas Mountains, and although it was cloudy and super windy, the view from the top looking down on the winding road below was pretty incredible. We stopped at Kasbah Telouet, an abandoned Kasbah that was once home to a powerful and rich Pasha. While much of the Kasbah is in ruins, the narrow stairways lead to rooms inside with beautiful windows, tile, and architecture. When we arrived at Hotel Xaluca Dades, our stop in between Marrakech and the Sahara, we were greeted by musicians in traditional Berber dress.
Day 4: As we made our way toward the Sahara, we stopped at a few spots with beautiful views of the valleys. We walked along the path of the river lined with merchants selling carpets and leather goods, a common view at each stop, the pops of color set against the orangey Moroccan landscape all so vibrant. We had asked Ali a million questions about the people and places we passed on the drive, and although he probably thought it was a strange request, we asked him to introduce us to a Berber family and have tea with them. So, a family of strangers invited us for tea and we got a chance to sit with them, drinking tea and eating peanuts. The grandfather told us about his work repairing old bicycles and he showed us tools that were used to make the carpets that the Berber people are famous for. They asked if our parents were retired. I compared tattoos with the two older women, mine done by a machine on the back of my forearms, theirs done by hand on their chins at the time of marriages.
We arrived in Merzouga, the gateway to the Sahara, on the most perfect, sun filled afternoon. The camel I rode was named Bob Marley, the eldest camel of the caravan and boss of the camels trekking behind him. We arrived at the camp just in time to drop our bags and head to the top of the dunes for an incredible sunset. Afterwards, we tried our best at sand boarding, I gave up before I broke an arm, but Dave impressively sailed downhill successfully on the first try. We ate dinner in the camp and afterward, sat at the top of a sand dune in the Sahara desert, sky gazing at the milky way, listening to the drums and music fireside at the camp. It was magical. We were the last ones to go to bed and were lucky witnesses to dozens of shooting stars. It was breathtaking. I could go on and on about this experience, truly once in a lifetime. I would highly recommend Caravanserai, as every person, from the camel drivers to our driver Ali to the music in the evening and food, exceeded every expectation.
Day 5: We were up before the sun to catch the Sahara sunrise. Unfortunately, a few clouds rolled in. (I mean, you can’t win them all, right??) After breakfast, we headed back to Merzouga by camel to meet Ali for the two day drive back to Marrakech. At every roadside stop we happened upon, there were fossils for sale. Although I had never realized it, Morocco is famous for its fossils, so we asked Ali to bring us to the location where they bring the fossils for cleaning and prepping them for display and sale. There is a museum here and a streamlined operation at Tahiri Museum, the facility where fossils are carefully extracted, cleaned, and polished. In the afternoon, we drove through the winding mountain roads on our way to Ouarzazate, and drove past the location where Babel was filmed in 2006. We stayed the night at Riad Tama, a perfect place to rest before the final drive back to Marrakech.
Day 6: The morning sun was shining and we got on the road early so we could get to Ait Benhaddou before the crowds, the UNESCO world heritage site and the backdrop of many recognizable movies and TV shows (Gladiator and GOT, for example). The village was abandoned over time in favor of the more modernized village across the main road that runs through the area, the that road traveled by caravans on their trade routes between Marrakech and Sudan. In the afternoon, we arrived to a rainy Marrakech, which was slightly disappointing, but the upside was that we got the Secret Garden all to ourselves, and we spent a few hours wandering through the souks (which are mostly covered and shielded us from the rain). We ate a delicious dinner at Riad l’Orangeraie, where we stayed for the last two nights of our trip.
Day 7: On our last full day, we wanted to check out a few of the more popular tourist stops in Marrakech, so we started early with Ahmed, our tour guide from earlier in the week. We visited the Yves Saint Laurent Museum and Majorelle Garden, once the private home belonging to Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé, and easily one of my favorites in Marrakech. It really is as fabulous as everyone says it is. We also visited Bahia Palace and Badi Palace (where Dior held its Cruise Collection 2020 fashion show just last week). In the evening, we caught a traditional music performance at the Musee de Mouassine and capped off our week in Morocco with dinner at Le Grande Cafe de la Poste.
Here are some of the more important recommendations I would make to anyone planning a trip to Morocco:
- Be respectful of the culture. Remember that you are in a Muslim country and although there is no “dress code” it is respectful of Moroccan people to dress conservatively.
- Arrange transport. More often it’s less expensive than renting a car, and driving in Morocco is no joke.
- Carry small amounts of dirhams with you around Marrakech. There are many street performers who are working to entertain and will allow photos in exchange for a tip. So, if you want to see the snake charmers performing in the square, it is expected that you tip.
- Make sure you hire a trustworthy guide. There are lots of fake guides offering services, so be sure to use a reputable company when hiring a guide, which can be arranged by your hotel or riad. You should also be aware that guides work on commissions when it comes to shopping, it’s just how the system works. Our guide took us to beautiful, reputable shops with knowledgeable sales people who packed our items well and delivered everything as promised.
- Buy the slippers. Trust me.
- Pack collapsable duffel bags for the return home. We packed dirty clothing in those bags and packed gifts, books, and fabrics we bought in our suitcases to keep them from being broken or damaged
- Skip the movie studio near Ouarzazate. Seeing the backdrops for recognizable movies was sort of cool, but why spend time visiting sets when you can visit real kasbahs just a short drive in any direction?
- The Sahara is not desolate and off the beaten path. There were lots of tourists with us as the camps are organized fairly close together. To be honest, this wasn’t what I expected. The closer to the desert we got, the less crowded it was, as tour busses take day trips to Ait Benhaddou and make stops at many of the same places along the way.
- If you plan on visiting the Sahara, bring some goodies to leave with your guide, like over the counter medicines and things that might be generally difficult for them to buy in their villages. Many communities share these items with one another when someone is sick or in need of them. We didn’t know this ahead of time, but we left some travel sized toiletries and medicines that we didn’t need with Ali, our driver.
Morocco is an incredibly beautiful place with a rich culture and history. I was truly in awe of the art, architecture, and splendor of the city and equally awed by the massive dunes of the Sahara. But what I treasure most were the people we met, so different than us, but so kind and welcoming. Our driver, Ali, became a friend in our 18 hours on the road, and I am a better human being for having crossed paths with and having learned from him. I’d go back in a heartbeat.
Berber Woman
April 2, 2019
Ksar Malaab, Morocco
Places are just pins on a map without the people who shape them.
Morocco is an incredible country, from the wild energy of the narrow streets in the Medina of Marrakech to the massive, vibrant orange sand dunes of the Sahara Desert. In the nine hour drives to and from the Sahara from Marrakech, we passed the skeletons of centuries old Kasbahs, snowy peaked mountains, and lush green valleys dotted between the red hued villages that are so recognizably Moroccan. But what I loved, more than anything, were the people who created this beautiful culture and welcomed us as part of it.
Mother and child ride in taxi in front of the Koutoubia Mosque, Marrakech, Morocco
Man burns dried olive branches in large fireplace to heat underground water for Hammam on the other side of the stone wall, plastic jars filled with olives on his counter.
Medina, Marrakech, Morocco
He accepts a tip for allowing us to view the inside of the building.
Hands of a snake trainer and performer in the main square, Djemaa el-Fnaa.
Medina, Marrakech, Morocco
Snake charmers, Djemaa el-Fnaa.
Street performers put on a comedy show for Moroccans in Djemaa el-Fnaa and are tipped for their entertainment services.
View of the Souk streets from the window.
Medina, Marrakech, Morocco
The butcher. No photographs.
Medina, Marrakech, Morocco.
Women tour one of the inner rooms of the Bahia Palace.
Marrakech, Morocco.
View from the car window in Djemaa el-Fna.
Medina, Marrakech, Morocco.
Moroccan man taking in a view of frenetic energy of the main square.
Djemaa el-Fnaa, Marrakech, Morocco
Stall serving snail soup in the evening.
Djemaa el-Fna, Marrakech, Morocco
Man walks through the courtyard of the 17th century Telouet Kasbah. Only part of it remains open after it was abandoned.
Telouet, Morocco
Women working in the fields along the roads that travel through the Atlas Mountains.
A Berber woman in her home as tea is prepared.
Ksar Melaab, Morocco.
Mint tea is prepared for us in the home of a traditional Berber family.
Ksar Malaab, Morocco
Berber women are tattooed by hand to show that they are married. Each Berber tribe in the different regions of Northern Africa have their own dialects, symbols, and traditions.
Hussein, a young Berber man and his camel, Bob Marley.
Erg Chebbi, Sahara Desert, Morocco
Berber men play drums by the fire at night in the Sahara Desert. Most of the inhabitants of villages in southern Morocco near the Sahara are descendants of the Tuareg Berbers, the nomadic, indigenous people who roamed Northern Africa for centuries before the arrival of other nations, including Romans and Arabs.
I have this clear memory of being on vacation and reading the original Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie to my boys in the sticky afternoons of the Florida heat while they drifted off to nap. That moment feels like a lifetime ago. And as the boys heard the stories, battled the pirates, and dressed as the characters, they too fell into a trap. They grew up. Not quite all the way, but closer and closer to days that their imaginations don’t allow for flying to Neverland and feeding Captain Hook to a ticking crocodile.
Peter Pan has held an important place in my boys’ childhood. Our “elf on the shelf” was named Peter Pan. Jackson wore a threadbare Peter Pan costume in Disney World for an entire week straight when he was three. Carter wore boots in the middle of summer in his commitment to playing the part of Captain Hook. And Sawyer was designated as Smee in an ill-fitting stocking cap that I had to re-sew to fit his little head. With drawn on glasses, he made for an adorably loyal sidekick to our Captain Hook.
When Carter’s school announced the choice for this year’s play, my Peter Pan loving heart skipped a beat. He and his schoolmates slowly transformed themselves into mermaids, pirates, fairies and lost boys, and on Friday night, I watched them as they nervously rehearsed in their costumes with the sets in place and the spotlights on the stage. And I fell in love again with the story of Peter Pan, this version with a lost boy named “Fox” who stole my heart.
Marriage is all about compromise, and although I’m not sure Dave has learned to love being photographed on the regular, I have done my part by learning to love skiing. Here’s the thing: if I have to be cold, I can easily be distracted by having fun and being surrounded by the pretty kind of winter (which is the exact opposite of the winter we’ve experienced at home). For the second year in a row, we decided to take the family skiing in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, but the week leading up to our departure was enough to make us consider cancelling at the last minute.
Let’s back up: just before Christmas, Jackson injured his finger. What we thought was a simple jammed finger ended up being a fracture that required surgery and a surgical pin that stayed in his finger for 6 weeks. When it all happened, we thought, “well at least he can get the pin out before we go skiing! Yay!” But it was not “yay.” Just before the pin came out, he developed an infection in the bone that required another surgery and heavy antibiotics. His finger was operated on less than two days before our departure and because of the infection, he had a wide, open wound that required cotton packing and was HORRIFICALLY painful for him, so much so that he was vomiting the day before we left. We literally had a backpack of supplies for a small finger, wound care supplies, antibiotics, pain medicine, anti-nausea medicine, plus a lot of solutions needed for soaks, and after getting it all through TSA during the government shutdown, it felt victorious that we had made it through multiple mini-crises before we ever left the ground.
All things considered, by the time he was skiing (with new mittens to secure his bandages and hand brace), he felt so much better and his finger healed quickly. You can’t hold that kid back from anything. While we were there, we rode snowmobiles, skied at night with hot air balloons lighting up the sky, ate tacos, wandered around town, in and out of stores stocked with cowboy boots and hats, and soaked our sore bodies in the hot tub (at least, some of us, sorry Jackson).
But the best part about Steamboat is the STARs program, where Carter can ski with an instructor who can best help him learn. Seeing him happy and skiing is something I never imagined would be possible, and yet he was super excited to return to STARs this year. Having special needs and traveling is really, really hard. It requires him to be flexible, to break routine, and be frustrated by the inability to control the things around him. I’m especially grateful for his opportunity to experience the world and get out of his comfort zone in a way that allows him to feel safe. On the mountain, he’s afraid to fall, he gets scared when someone whips by him really fast or cuts him off, and he’s afraid of getting lost (which has happened . . . in Maine, a ski school actually LOST him). Being in the STARs program allows him to feel safe, but the people who have taught him have given him so much more than that. One day, after having lunch, he showed me where his instructor took him, in between the branches of this giant tree. As we looked up, we saw all of these little birds that came down and ate part of his granola bar out of his hand. To see him, a kid who struggles with so many things, be in the snow, on skis, happy and feeding tiny birds was as close to perfection as I can imagine. So yeah, I’ve learned to love skiing, because it’s given me so many memories in return. This time, most of them include a cowboy hat.
Some winters feel longer than others. This one, unfortunately, takes the record for the Longest. Winter. Ever. I figured this would be the year that our once homeschooled kid would finally have enough germ exposure to boost his immunity, thus staving off colds more efficiently. I figured wrong, as we were in Urgent Care late on a Sunday a few weeks ago confirming another strep throat infection (thankfully, this time without the pneumonia). And that’s just one kid, with the other two bringing home a flu scare, vomit, and not one, but TWO surgeries on Jackson’s finger after being injured just before Christmas. What people underestimate is the stress that kids feel after missing school and being sick, missing friends, and the overall disappointment that comes with altered plans . . . or a basketball season that gets missed entirely (again, the freaking finger). It’s been a physically and emotionally exhausting season which forced us into a pseudo-hibernation, and although it’s been so necessary considering the weight of all of the nonsense dragging us down, being home too much is currently driving us stir crazy. Emphasis on crazy. Yeah, we’ve had some snow days, but not the beautiful kind we change our pajamas inside out for, but wet slop that freezes in a color gray that’s just downright ugly, alternated with rainy gloom that chills you to the bone. In my laziness last Wednesday, I was thrilled when I got the early text message that schools were cancelled for weather, so I could close my one eye and go back to sleep. My visions of a day off did not materialize as such, as there was physical fighting and by mid day, people we sent to their rooms, leaving me to clean up a disaster they had left in their wake. I can’t wait for summer. I really mean it this time.