We got back yesterday from our five day trip to Casablanca, Rabat, and Fes.
We only stopped by Casablanca to tour the third largest mosque in the world. Major bummer thought- it was designed by a French dude like in the past 30 years and only took 6 years to build. So ya know those European cathedrals that took hundreds of years and thousands of men to lift each individual stone? Yea, not gonna find that here.
We only stopped by Casablanca to tour the third largest mosque in the world. Major bummer thought- it was designed by a French dude like in the past 30 years and only took 6 years to build. So ya know those European cathedrals that took hundreds of years and thousands of men to lift each individual stone? Yea, not gonna find that here.
Then we headed to Rabat where pretty much the only thing I remember is that the hotel had a shower curtain and awesome water pressure.
**Coast in Rabat**Then off to Fes! Where some people actually wear Feses. Our hotel was right next to the market so we got some serious shopping done. We visited more schools and mosques and concerts. Turns out we were there when some famous music festival was there so there were all sorts of concerts going on. We went to a few of them and got to witness the few people in Morocco who drink and do drugs (definitely tourists).
**One of the little concerts we had at some guy's house**
The last night we were there I convinced Ja'afar that I needed to buy a rug so at 11pm we went out rug hunting. Turns out this market doesn't stay open as long as the medina in Marrakesh does cause there was no one around. Anyways, Ja'afar caught the attention of some random guy in the street who pointed us towards another random guy in the street who went to get his brother to open the shop so that I could buy a rug. Again, the hospitality here is astounding. This was also the night that I got another incredible pick up line. It came from a tweenage boy walking behind us who said, "Nice ass....*pause*....Spice Girls...*pause*...Moroccan husband?"
On the 12 hour trek back to Marrakesh we stopped at an Acetic shrine. These guys are similar to monks in that they've given up all worldly possessions (including family) to focus and pray to God. We sat in the shrine and reflected for about 20 minutes and the Acetics brought us rugs to sit on to make us more comfortable and tea and cookies later on. They were happy to have us in there and did all this without us asking. It was pretty cool.
On the 12 hour trek back to Marrakesh we stopped at an Acetic shrine. These guys are similar to monks in that they've given up all worldly possessions (including family) to focus and pray to God. We sat in the shrine and reflected for about 20 minutes and the Acetics brought us rugs to sit on to make us more comfortable and tea and cookies later on. They were happy to have us in there and did all this without us asking. It was pretty cool.
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