It’s been over two years since I have been to Morocco, but for some reason it’s still a country I think about often. It’s a country that holds a special place in my heart for many reasons. It was the first country I visited in Africa and I still remember crying the night before because I was so scared. Not only was I going to Africa, I was also going to my first Arab country… I know the ignorance. My time in Morocco turned out to be a roller coaster of emotions full of love and hate. My first 48 hours in Africa (Morocco) were magical and the week I spent in the Blue City of Chefchaouen are a week I’ll never forget. Then I arrived in Fez and it was all hell from the get go… I ended up hating Fez and well still do because the exhaustion of it all almost sent me home, yes for a minute I was gonna go home and Morocco was part of the reason. Then I arrived in Marrakesh and it all changed… I’ll never forget meeting my Barcelona girls for the first time on the roof top of the hostel I was staying at. It was a friendship that has lasted from that moment to today. We planned a tour to the Sahara Desert and I fell in love with her and her curves… I wrote an open letter to the Sahara Desert . It’s what I needed to remind me what I was doing on the road and doing what I was doing, she in a way saved me. After crazy time in the big cities is was time for the small town beach life and I spent 10 days in Essaouria living the life. In all I spent a month in Morocco and along the way was obsessed with all it’s teapots and loved all the Moroccan food I was eating. In the end though what made Morocco what it really is, is it’s people.
The people of Morocco is what make Morocco what it is. They make you hate it. They make you love it. They make it Morocco. Morocco is a country full of chaos at every turn, but in the mist of all the chaos you realize that it moves at a slow pace. It’s a country that marches at it’s own beat and I was able to capture those small moments in the photographs below. They are all small moments usually surrounded by so much more and because to me Morocco was so chaotic and nerve racking it’s what I wanted to focus on when I snapped photos during my time there. In the end it’s those small moment in life that we cherish the most, right?
—I remember spending over a week in Chefchaouen and I always caught this man through mid siesta.—
—This lady was just resting. Right next to her is where ladies come to wash their clothes near the river bank.—
—Passing time playing chess in the alley ways of Chefchaouen.—
—I don’t like giving anything to children because then they well expect that from all tourist. When I do I prefer to give food or water. In this case I had a lot of chocolate bars and decided to share with them. That’s me in the center.—
—I couldn’t focus this photo because the room was full of smoke. Smoke from the hash they were smoking. These two guys welcomed us to their home in Essaouira and we just had a good time. I didn’t smoke. I don’t even know how.—
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