My Morocco!

In Marrakech, we stayed in a traditional riad - a wealthy Moroccan home with an open courtyard in the center that was converted to a bed and breakfast, owned by a Frenchman. We picked it because we wanted to be close to the action and to have a more authentic experience. Authentic included an incredibly uncomfortable bed, an overpriced massage and meal.

All the guests were abuzz about who'd be America's next president. This was top of every foreigner's mind at the hotel. One Canadian remarked - "We're in the midst of an election too and none of us give a damn who Canada's president will be. We just care about who will be the US President."



We stayed out of the political chatter, and just enjoyed the Moroccan mint tea.



We had a cooking lesson with the house cook who trained us how to make chicken tagine and Moroccan vegetables. She didn't speak any English and we didn't speak any French. But we watched wide-eyed and learned anyway!



We hired a fabulous tour guide for the day through our place and he was very generous in introducing us to the Muslim way of life and opened the door and our eyes to the real Marrakech.