Morocco, the land of beautiful surprises, the land of free man, berbers, beautiful oasis and the mother of magical tangine(now that's licking fingers, believe me if you didn't tried it)...
Morocco, the land of opportunities and the tradition in the same time, a land that raise the simple act of bargain to a art, combined of course with beautiful words, a perfumed shisha(or hookah) and a refreshing cup of the a la menthe(mint tea)....still i see some of the most amazing eyes behind the hijab...should you dream about the colors of Morocco???...maybe you should...it is passion, fire, food, love and light...yes, colors...
Morocco, the land that gives nothing and everything to the novice european landing for the first time in the sun and sand.
Morocco, i was dreaming to have a beautiful holiday near the swimming pool,with cocktails and music...i was dreaming to go to the best clubs and have the dinner in the nicest restaurants...
What i get instead??
Morocco, the real Morocco with sand and dust, with berber home made tagine, with the the art of pottery and the beautiful natural dyes, a place where food don't come frozen from a mall or super-market but it's made fresh in front of you...i get the the culture(and how many culture are in Morocco?)...i get thousands times what i was expecting...i can not be but glad that a simple man, a berber one, found me in the comfort of my hotel and took me out from the cozy shell i was indulging in and open up my eyes!
You stranger, please be advice that Morocco does not means, under any circumstances hotel, club, swimming-pool or restaurant!
If you want this maybe you want Ibiza!If you want ancient culture, tradition, if you are looking for knowledge(combined of course with dust and sand and sweat)you will have a revelation of your life!