So, I will do a quick overview of Morocco before delving into each city. Last night we all said our good-byes and, today, I started returning to hermit mode. Stayed to myself and flew from Casablanca to Lisbon.
Overall, it was a good group with lots of fun people, but, in the end, being around people is draining for me. And yet, I can’t live without it. So…
But on to Morocco! The most glaring omission from this trip is an experience of Morocco that reflects Andalucia and their common influences. The Morocco that I have seen over the last 2 weeks is Berber. It is Arabic. And it is French.
I have eaten tagine, Moroccan salads, and Moroccan soups. I have eaten French food. I have seen nothing of tortillas or tapas. Perhaps those things belong in north Morocco and we stayed in the central part. You got me.
So much for the whining. I can say for certain that I saw 2 things almost everywhere we went and that was storks & cats. Storks were not so prevalent in the desert east of the mountains, but cats were everywhere. Since we first saw them when we visited the first kasbah, well who can resist puns that are foisted upon you!!! Come to the cats spa!!!
Storks, of course, were first seen in the government compound in Rabat and from there in Roman ruins and over and over again. Several times the clacking of their bills interfered with our guide’s commentary.
But Morocco is an ancient land. It’s history extends back before the Roman era, but because the Romans used more durable materials their legacy can be found under the piles of sand and dirt that were the buildings built on top of their structures.
But I get ahead of myself. Certainly every city we visited has its place in Morocco – Rabat is the center of government; Casablanca – business/commerce; Fes – spirituality; Ouarzazate – movie making; Marrakech – tourism/leisure.
Nonetheless, there are 2 other things that permeate Morocco. One is the tea! It is green tea with mint. It always has a little sugar in it – more if you just ask. And they take great pride in pouring it from a great height without looking. I won’t say that they didn’t spill a drop, but I won’t say that they did either.
Let’s just say they got a lot more in the glass than I would have.
And the last thing that permeates all of Morocco – because they are Muslim and adhere to the Koran on decorations – is symmetry. Geometric designs are everywhere and in everything. But first, foremost and always they are symmetrical.
One gets the distinct impression that either Mohammed or Allah or both would have a melt down if the balance failed.
And with that observation, I am likely going to Hell….
Next post – Rabat. With these guys.