09/11/2023
The tragic news coming from Morocco caused me to go down memory lane tonight and I wanted to share some of my earliest work just so you know how awesome this country is.
Morocco made me fall in love with traveling. I was already living in Germany but when the plane touched down in Marrakesh back in 2012 I felt like a life-long itch had finally been scratched. El-Fnaa Square was loud and intimidating, I couldn't speak the language, I couldn't ready any signs, I was completely vulnerable and I was absolutely starving for this kind of experience.
The streets of the souk markets twisted and turned in a maze of wonder, totally unlike the grid system I was used to. Meat hung from the rafters of outdoor markets, clementines and limes fell from the trees. The juice was fresh squeezed, the mint tea flowed abundantly, and meals were eaten out of clay tagine pots.
I got out of the city and took a bus over an hour so I could ride a camel in the nearby atlas mountains and visit several Berber villages. And when the clock struck midnight on my second night, I turned 30. And I wasn't emotional about it because I was too busy wrapping my brain around the fact that I turned 30 in FREAKING MOROCCO!
Morocco made me want to spend the rest of my life traveling.
Morocco made me want to me a photographer.