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excitement of our weeks in Morocco came from experiencing the amazing scenes
of daily life as we hung out in diverse locations.
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visited a weekly mountain souk (market) in Azrou and stole quick glances
at the tattoos of Berber women.
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You’ll notice the face and hands of the woman sitting just behind the stall where Kristina and Liz bought wool yarn, sold by the weight. | ||
| Chicken and olive tajine was a favorite dish that Bushara cooked during our stay at a 17th century house deep in the medinat (old city) of Fes. |
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| And no tajine is complete without tasty fresh bread, from the baker around the corner. |
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| Of course, medinat streets are too narrow for trucks, so mules carry essentials--like Coke! |
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We
greeted the New Year in Marrakesh, a city that rocks with snake charmers,
fortunetellers and dentists complete with trays of teeth and pliers in
the town’s main square. No painkillers needed!
We enjoyed the work of a talented henna artist as she decorated our hands, a custom done for weddings. |
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Peace Corps continues in Morocco’s smaller towns though it’s been 30 years since George’s days. In Rabat we chatted with two content volunteers who work in the community youth centers of a desert town not far from George’s 1973 teaching post. …and I could go on about the marvels of Morocco… relaxing café life, industrious craftsmen, and curious teenagers (Benefits of traveling with young ladies, I suspect!). We definitely recommend a visit. Please ask us for travel tips -- we used local buses, trains and grand taxis too. |
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