Our last stop in Morocco was the clamorous and gaudy medina of Marrakech. Getting lost while trying to find our Hamam made it all the more worthwhile to have buckets of hot and cold water dumped on our heads. Our skin was baby-butt smooth after a young lady scrubbed off half an inch of skin with a scratchy black salt glove.
The touts were intense, the food deliciously flavored with spice and the show unending in the famous square of Jemaa el-Fnaa. Snake charmers, story tellers, musicians, and artisans are found here everyday, all day. You can peruse the food stalls proudly displaying their severed goat heads to tempt your palate.
Travel tip- if a lady grabs your arm and starts writing with a henna pen and tells you a ‘free gift’, just run. Unless you want to pay for henna, of course. I call this mark ‘The Tourist Stamp’.
Morocco’s first language is Arabic, the second is French. Cheers to a great adventure, a wonderful country full of curious and friendly people and delicious delectables. Shukraan and au revoir Morocco!