Madada Mogador, the Home of Comfort in Essaouira

We arrived to Essaouira late at night on the Supratour from Marrakech (70 dirham and two hours for those wondering) and walked along the sidewalk parallel to the ocean. Though many touts were eager to bring us and our bags to the hotel we preferred to stretch our legs and enjoy a little silence. As…


Rest and Relaxation at Rebali Riads in Sidi Kaouki

Nothing could have prepared me for Rebali Riads. The car crept along the road and the tiny village of Sidi Kaouki came into view. A string of small guest houses, three restaurants, and a standalone cement room spray painted with “les legumes <——“ (the vegetables) comprised the town center. We’ll visit that treasure trove later….


Breaking Mad: A Hammam and Gommage at Azur Spa

We’ve got an appointment at 3pm at Azur Art and Spa, it will be Maddy’s first hammam and non-sports massage so I try to prep him for what the experience will be like. Deep down I know it’s going to be lightweight torture for him, but I know he’s going to like it at the…


Spoil Yourself Silly at the Luscious La Sultana Spa and Hammam

Entering the intricate golden doors of La Sultana the staff behind the counter greets me with a warm welcome. Before I know it  I’m whisked away down the grand hall with hanging lanterns past the dining room with their magnificent statues and fresh flowers. Once in the spa the scent of fresh fragrances flirts with…

what happens after travel

Walking the tightrope of “travel life” at home

You know who you are: the sweaty, dirty, often exhausted, sunburned and hungry ones. The ones who try to live in each country like it’s their own, who take a bite of culture so large it’s sometimes hard to swallow. Who feel the change inside themselves with every country they enter, and feel a small part of their heart break with each country they leave.

marrakesh square, morocco

Morocco. Marvelous, Magical, Morocco.

In the city there was a man with no arms or legs. He obviously had no means of making money, so every day his neighbor would carry his stump of a body (there really is no other way to put it) to the main street where he would wait for passersby to give him a coin or two. I hid in an alleyway across from him and watched for 20 minutes. Nearly every Moroccan who passed tossed in money, some stopped to fan him because of the heat, some tilted his head back and poured their water into his parched mouth, some simply put their hand over their heart and smiled warmly at him.

souq in marrakech morocco

Morocco ~ Beyond Words

What can I even begin to tell you about this country? A picture is worth a thousand words, but none of them are the right ones to explain this beautiful country. It’s overwhelming at first. Everyone is shouting at you “you’re welcome in Morocco” and ushering you to their shop to drink their tea and…

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