OMG. I need to buy a riad.
09.10.2014 - 09.10.2014 78 °F
I am sitting with four of my traveling buddies, outside on a big balcony overlooking the beautiful courtyard of an old palace in the medina in Fez. A family palace in Morocco is called a riad (ree-ahd). This one has been made into a hotel having 15 amazing and unique rooms. This is the fantasy Moroccan hotel. Outside the front door is the medina - the ancient old city of Fez. The "streets" are narrow alleys, some so narrow only one person fits. Our bus dropped us off in a big parking lot and five men came down with little carts to fetch our luggage while another escorted the fifteen of us through the alleys to our riad. Some of us went out to dinner (back down alleys to bus) while the five of us chose to stay here and drink wine. We got hungry at one point and ordered some small plates to share. It has been a wonderful evening.
Today was a bus day. We rode from Casablanca to Fez, stopping along the way for a seaside luncheon. Our guide is wonderful. As we ride, he is discussing politics, agriculture, history. I never would have imagined so much fertile farmland i Morocco. We drove by acres and acres of farms and and crops. "Armani" is a very knowledgeable man. He is also persuasive and we're all sold on Morocco now. I need to read more, but it seems like they are a developing new country with neutral instance. Women still have a way to go toward equity, but they are aware of it.
Then there's Fez- a much more artistic region than Casablanca. And the medina is much bigger, much cleaner, and much more like a regular town. Of course I have only seen a tiny portion. I'm sure I'll venture out and get lost tomorrow.
For now, I need to sleep. I think I have a cold. No one wl believe me anymorethat I never get sick because for the past few trips I have managed to get sick.