Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to travel to Morocco. My first memory of meeting someone from another country was when my dad brought home a guy from Morocco who was studying with him on a course. His name was Abed…I think…and I was about 5 years old. I was intrigued by his accent, his skin color, his “differentness” and I loved everything about it. Morocco! What must life be like there?! It seemed so different from our little New Jersey suburb. You might even say that this could be the point in my life that I decided to become a traveler. One day, when I grew up, I was going to go to Morocco.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, that day happened.
Our visit to Morocco started in Rabat. We stayed with my friend from college, Sarah and her husband Corey. They were fantastic hosts because they let us be lazy and taught us a new board game! It was fantastic. Here are a few photos around Rabat…
The weather was cold and rainy but that’s just how we like it when leaving Niger! There were a few sunny spells and our walk to the seaside was absolutely refreshing. The Cathedral in town was absolutely stunning but we couldn’t go inside. I think we had to be Catholic…or maybe I’m remembering that wrong. The photo above makes me think of how god deals with our stupid questions: the answer is all around you.
There was a Roman village at the edge of town which was absolutely beautiful. It reminded us of our travels in Europe and we marveled at the distance the Roman Empire conquered.
Love, love , love it! Miss our travels so much!,
I miss you guys! When are you coming stateside????
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We will be back in August and we are moving to DC!
I love reading your posts, Katie!