Last Days in Morocco

We're home now. Back in cloudy Amsterdam with colds, all three of us. So no lingering holiday glow unfortunately. But it's not totally horrible to be home. It's not raining and I'm enjoying my new black trench from Cos.

Here's a last few pics from Morocco. The small glimpse of the country we saw was unexpectedly lovely. It definitely lived up to my Sheltering Sky fantasies of north Africa with its walled secret gardens, frankincense-scented breezes, dreamy music and blazing night skies.

I'm also going through a bit of a cactus-phase and Morocco was chockers with them. A couple of months ago we bought an enormous one for the living room and we've all been enjoying its spiky cucumbers from afar. At the resort I had to lend my tweezers to another mother who spent the afternoon by the pool extracting spines from her four year old's palm. Thankfully Cal had had proper cactus-field-training, i.e. stay the heck away from them. On first sighting he held up a hand and said, "tch-ahh!" (sharp!) Good man.

For other parents thinking of Morocco with a toddler. A few practical tips.
- Cacti. Everywhere.
- It's chilly at night. You need a jacket and trackies.
- I bought a leash for Cal. We only used it once in the Medina, but it was worth it to let him run around a bit without having to hold his hand to stop him from running under a motorbike/grabbing a rattlesnake/climbing onto a bus to the Atlas mountains.
- The flight to Marrakech was do-able 3.5 hours. The time difference just an hour, or two, we could never figure it out due to conflicting technology..
- We found our hotel Fellah through this site. It has lots of child-friendly boutique hotels and you can search by things like kid-friendly pool, which is how we found this place.






Comments

Popular Posts