Mule Riding in the Atlas Mountains

This Texas gal has ridden a couple of horses in her younger years, but never a mule, and never up and down a mountain in Morocco, for sure! Although I probably would not have been the one to plan such an excursion, our group had this activity on the itinerary, and heaven help me if I wasn't going to go along with  what everyone else was doing.

So we mounted the mules and headed up with a little help from our guides some 3000 feet to the Berber village of Aremd.

We met a few of the locals along the way, making deliveries and running errands. Never could I have delivered dozens of eggs intact all the way up the side of that mountain, like this villager did.

Going up was not too treacherous, since we were on a wide pathway and the mules felt pretty secure, so we felt pretty confident by the time we made it up to the village

which at 6000 feet sits in the shadow of Mount Toubkai reaching to a height of 14,000 feet.

We were invited into the home of a local family for a brief cooking class and lunch.

Local musicians welcomed us with their music and dancing,

and we broke up into our cooking groups: couscous,

chicken tagine,

and flat bread.

Our lunch setting will be forever imprinted on my memory,

as we sat in the mountains enjoying our lunch and the scenery.

The shortened view below was disconcerting, I admit, seeing the primitive homes, some of them without even a roof over their head.

And yet, amidst the poverty, the children laughed, and in doing so, made us smile.

Salads were our first course,

followed by couscous with beef, and a tagine as well.

Our lunch ended on a high note with the local hospitality of the traditional green mint tea.

And then.... it was time to go down. If we had known what the trip down was going to be like, we might have rented a room overnight! I have no pictures to share of our descent because we were literally hanging on for our lives. Our route to our rides back to Marrakech was down a narrow and steep, rocky mule path. Just a little shrieking and whooping from us girls, as our trusty mules stepped gingerly towards our destination.

Whoa doggies, it was an adventure!

It's back to Marrakech again!

I never would have guessed that I would return to Morocco within the year, after having such a wonderful time in November, but I had the opportunity to return with girlfriends from the American Women's Club and got to see a few different sides of Morocco that made my heart sing.

I thought I might not have anything new to say about this trip after I gushed wrote so much about Morocco in the fall, but I still have a couple more blog posts in me if you care to stick along. And if you care to read more, there are more posts at your fingertips that you can find with the search engine on my side bar.

This time, I was struck anew by the vibrancy of the colors of the area. As soon as we landed, we headed to the Majorelle gardens.

First set up by Jacques Majorelle in the 1920's and restored more recently by Yves. St. Laurent (whose ashes are buried here,) the gardens showcase an abundance of vegetation representing 5 continents.

The colors of the garden are what struck me,

as seen in this Moroccan design,

the camels at sunset,

and the Moorish ceilings of the Bahia Palace.

The city is painted with the oranges in the trees

and in the fruit vendors' carts,

the terra cottas of the doors,

and the many minarets of the mosques.

Beauty surrounded us at the Dar Moha restaurant where we stopped for lunch,

sampling the typical Moroccan salad spread,

and watching the turtle at our feet enjoy his own little salad.

We adored the colors of the roses in the pool at Richard Branson's resort, the Kasbah Tamadot. Someday I dream of coming back here.

Color was spilling over everywhere as we made our way

towards the souk (market,)

past the black magic shop where the women buy potions for their love life,

and in the tanner's shop as he dyed the leather to be made into a snazzy pair of red shoes.

Light and color everywhere you look

everywhere you turn,

surrounding you: a visual feast for the eyes.

Stick around: next time I post, you'll hear about our mule riding adventure into the mountains.

We're still laughing about that one!

Shopping at the Souk in Morocco

And now it's time for my final blog on Morocco. I always love to check out the market scene everywhere we travel--you see a real slice of life that way, and that was certainly the case in Marrakech, and the souk we visited there. 

My only disappointment was that there was not much shopping time in our schedule, so I had to fly through the market, picking up just a few things, all along wishing I could shop for more.

So if you were shopping, would you pick up some pottery made locally:

perhaps a couscous bowl

or a tagine?

Berber carpets were everywhere, some you had to dig through

and others in stacks daring you to pull one out for closer examination.

Your taste buds are definitely teased with spices,

nuts and fruits,

chickens,

candies

and colorful sweet and savory snacks.

Leather shoes could be found everywhere 

you glanced,

and the basket bags were intricately decorated.

Fancy a hat 

or a scarf anyone?

The fabrics were a rainbow of color

and so tempting to the eye, even if you had no idea how you would use them.

Maybe you'd fancy a caftan

or two?

And many went home with one of the ubiquitous silver tea pots

and tea glasses of every hue.

What would you place in your shopping bag?

So long Morocco--hope we meet again someday.