Last weekend I participated in a school trip to Chefchaouen and Tangiers in the North of Morocco. I had heard people gushing about the beauty of Chefchaouen, and it was the last place on my list of top spots in Morocco I had yet to check off. I’m glad I went. Indeed, as a sea of blue, white, and violet houses built along a mountain, it was perhaps the most picturesque city in Morocco I’ve seen so far. The only problem for me was that we only spent one day there. I might have to go back, especially to do some hiking in the nature parks on the city’s outskirts. Some people do complain about the city being too “touristy.” This is kind of true, but wasn’t a big deal to me (actually, it probably makes the city more secure). Though I might have to add another destination to my list of places to see in Morocco: Tetouan, which I’ve been told is like a less-touristy version of Chefchaouen, though a bit run-down. I also got to go back to Tangiers for a day with the group. I hadn’t seen its Medina, Casbah museum, or Hercules Cave the first time around, so it was well worth a second stop.
The following shots are from the end of my journey through Morocco with my parents. We spent New Year’s eve in Essaouira, a charming port city.
Marrakesh, end of December, touring with my parents.
More photos from my journey through Morocco with my parents. This bunch from the South of Morocco, perhaps my favorite part.
Several weeks ago, I had the opportunity to travel through much of Morocco in a ten day road trip with my parents who came to visit me. There are simply too many photos and thoughts I’d like to share to share them all in a single post. But here’s a start, and perhaps later I will periodically post other snap-shops form the journey.
Saturday I decided to travel to Casablanca with a friend to check out what all the hype is about Morocco Mall, which just opened to the public a couple weeks ago. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones who had the idea. Luckily, we got there in the morning and didn’t have trouble getting in, but when we left around 5PM, there was a long line leading to the front door. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a ginormous mall like that (since my middle school band trip to Mall of America). I heard it’s the fourth largest in the world.
Strolling into the mall, it was pretty amazing to see the glittering store signs of all the major European and American brands, such as Payless Shoes, American Eagle, H & M, and Gallerie Lafayette. For many of these stores, this was their debut appearance in Morocco. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just fashion the mall shared with Paris, but the price tags too. …Continue Reading
On a Saturday night a few weeks ago, I attended a Latin festival in Tangier, in the Northern tip of Morocco, where Spanish mostly replaces French as the second language of choice. The festival, “Tanja Latino” took place in a beautiful Italian palace. On the ground floor, there were tango and salsa lessons, and on the top, there was live music and partying.
The demographics of the festival were interesting: There was a wide range of ages, from tweens to their grandparents. I didn’t see any other Americans or any real Latinos other than some of the performers. In attendance were mostly French and some Spanish-speaking expats or visitors, as well as many Moroccans of the secular elite. I describe the Moroccans as such since the entrance fee was rather steep, and there was alcohol being served. And I was surprised by how many people could really dance… Apparently, salsa is very much an “in-thing” amongst certain segments of the Moroccan population. Anyways, I had fun.