01/17/2026
Morocco is a country I wanted to visit without fully understanding why at first. I believe the imprint was formed in childhood, when my mom watched soap operas filled with sultans and harems, narrow streets draped with bright rugs and fabrics, and beautiful courtyards with pools and plants. I’ve been drawn to the idea of non-traditional families, harems felt intriguing to me in that symbolic sense. The beauty of the palaces enchanted me.
The Morocco I encountered on this trip, however, was challenging and hectic—almost the complete opposite of what I’m usually attracted to. Dirty streets, thousands of merchant shops, hundreds of people, bikes, and donkeys moving through narrow streets packed with stalls. The medina—the oldest part of the city, both in Fez and in Marrakech—is a vast, ancient bazaar with Fez being more aggressive. If you like shopping, it might be a good place for you. For me, it was overwhelming. Though, I was curious to try haggling. In Morocco they call it negotiation. Let’s be honest though only by calling something ugly using the more intricate word doesn’t make it better.
If I were asked to draw my meeting with this country, I would sketch circles within circles—layers of obstacles you have to pass through before you can dive deeper. The first circle is the constant, chaotic movement of people, bicycles, donkeys, and carts. It creates such a rush that it’s hard to look around; you have to stay alert just to avoid being hit. You can’t walk slowly enjoying yourself and the architecture around. Everything tells you to rush and buy whether you need it or not.
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