Sometimes a word becomes more than a word. Instead, it conjures up a place, a smell, a feel, an array of vivid visuals – whole ornate fantasy in the mind.
“Morocco” is one of those words.
More than a mere place or a country, Morocco is a state of mind, a kind of wonderful, evocative emotion. I am an adventurous gal, as you all know and Morocco is one of the most thrilling spots I can possibly think of, a truly vibrant and strange and surreal landscape of dreams…
Close your eyes. Can’t you just smell the incense and spices, see the sea wave span of sand dunes, the white walled domes, the tiny alleys, the markets, the romance???
Oh the romance!
Ever since I saw the movie, “Casablanca”, (if you have not seen it my dear readers, you must! You must!), Morocco has been to me a place of intrigue and glamour and fabulous 1940s strong-shouldered lady suits and torrid affairs and exotic suspense.
Tangiers, Fez, Agadir, and Marrakech, these are other sublimely names cities of this varied and complex African country.
You know what I would love to do in those mysterious cities of Morocco??
Ride astride camels… do my Marlene Dietrich Silver Screen-era starlet impression, all smoky-eyed and sultry… shop the stalls…eat the incredible food (dates, couscous, lamb!), swim the seas…hike the desert… or merely lay beside blue poolside at one of the many unbelievably decadent 5 star hotels, accommodations that feel more like palaces than resorts.
And what about you, my friends of the worldwide web?
What sort of magic would you create in a place as magical as Morocco?