How henna pottery is supposed to look.
My Grandma (hi, Grandma!) requested a picture of me in my daily garb here, and this is the best I can do. I tried my hand at writing on pottery with henna. Photo credit: Jared.
A big group of tourists revving up for a Peugeot race in the desert
It’s watermelon season — yes, already! From April to July, migrant workers come to Zagora to find work farming watermelons.
Three future heartbreakers
My favorite Moroccan street food is cactus fruit, but I flipped out at the sight of this coconut cart. The guy running it also gave me fresh coconut water.
Sitting (enviously) poolside with one of my replacements. It was 40 degrees in Chefchaouen, and it’s nearly 100 in Zagora one week later. Let it be known that there are no happy mediums in Morocco.
“The Big Mosque”
Brahim, my vegetable guy at souk
Post-travels, it’s easy to slip back into the old routine: Sound of Music sing-alongs every night. Fun cultural reference fact: In Morocco, tea is a drink with jam and bread…and olives and more bread…and oil and yet more bread.
Mid-puppet show confusion. As the instigator of the puppet show, even I’m confused. I know there was something about Hansel & Gretel and Marilyn Monroe.
Yep. Looks about right.