Since I returned from Morocco, I’ve been wearing only dramatically embroidered caftans around the house. While my sons barely notice their mother in her “channeling Talitha Getty” time warp, my daughter thinks it’s fabulous (I bought her a few mini-versions) and I’ve never felt more comfortable or glamorous while returning emails. A little worried about [...]
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Day 8: TANGIER TO CASABLANCA: MI CASA
Check out of Hotel Tangerina after obsessing over the coolest wall clock / calendar I have ever seen. Head to station to catch express to Casablanca. Haggle with taxi driver about the fare. He wants to charge us a 50dh flat fee (illegal) and we want him to use the meter. He reluctantly agrees and [...]
Day 7: FEZ TO TANGIER… “CHAMPAGNE DAHHHLING???”
Wake up in Fez and go downstairs to tell the riad host that we’re headed to Tangier a day early. She tells me we have to pay for the duration of the stay because they “turned down other potential guests.” I look around at the half-empty riad and she reads my mind. (I forget haggling [...]
Day 5: MARRAKECH TO FES… “YOUR OWN LENS”
Wake up to breakfast on the terrace and Chris getting us packed ready to go. Sad to be saying goodbye to our little home in Marrakech and our new friends, but excited to make our way to Fez. He warns us that Fez is much more conservative than Marrakech… While Marrakeck is a true African [...]
Day 4: MARRAKECH… “THE POCKET OF ZIMBABWE”
Wake up to awesome rooftop breakfast of fresh watermelon and prepare for our first traditional hamam treatment in our riad. Go downstairs to the impeccably restored 17th century marble and mosaic hamam, stripped down to nothing, and were laid down naked on warm wooden benches. Covered from head to toe in black Argan oil paste [...]
Day 1: NY – CASABLANCA – MARRAKECH
Plane lands in Casablanca and after lengthy immigration line we’re escorted outside to wait for the shuttle bus which will apparently take us to the terminal where we’re to catch our train to Marrakech. Three buses go by and inexplicably do not stop. Actually one stops. And then it leaves without opening its doors. This [...]
New York To Casablanca
Wrapping up whirlwind North African tour with my best friend, partner-in-crime, and all around phenomenal mama Cristina Berusch. We took Morocco by the horns and are both inspired beyond words, returning with a completely new lease on life, work, and everything in between. The trip meant a lot to both of us – it was [...]
