here is me in one of my most chic outfits. we spent a moroccan holiday (the name escapes me) with a very kind and generous moroccan family. for this holiday, the patriarch slaughters a sheep and the family celebrates by eating it, as well as sharing the sheep with others who are less fortunate in the community. luckily, we missed the slaughter, but we were able to reap the benefits of it...the meat. anyhow, after an amazing meal we went for a walk to look at caves (or troglodyte houses, according to the lonely planet) that are in this city (called bhalil), and of course we got caught in a torrential downpour. long story short, these were the only warm, somewhat dry clothes that i had left. i have already received offers from michael kors and diane von fustenberg to model in their spring shows.
here is the gang that we hung out with on the holiday...rachid is the tallest guy. we met him in the desert and he invited us to hang out with his family on this day. also in the picture: annette, alyson, his brother hassan, and a friend of his, whose name i don't recall. we had a lovely day (minus the freezing cold rain storm that befell us)...
here is an example of how things are all laid out in the souks (shopping areas)...there is an abundance of goods...rows and rows all the way down mazes of streets...quite overwhelming, but powerful...
alyson, rachid (our kind host), and me as we were leaving the desert. after leaving the desert town, called merzuga, we rode on a bus to fes, which is an overwhelming city...but a place to visit at least once...when we were in the medina at one point, the crush of people was so unbelievably stifling...almost like the energy of all the surroundings was constantly threatening to overtake any sense of singleness that you might have...as much as i liked the newness of the experience (you definitely felt very alive...the vibrations were severe), i don't think i could do it on a daily basis...
a picture of the footprints of the camels and our guides in the desert...the soft, untouched beauty of the sand dunes is quite miraculous...
the shadow of one of the guys on our tour as he walked to the tent where we would be staying. the rest of us rode camels, which i will not post a picture of. i really hate riding camels...it hurts and there is the constant threat of spit being hurled your way.
one of the untouched parts of the sahara desert...what a glorious experience to be privy to!!!
here we all are on the night of our desert trek...after arriving (we rode the camels for about an hour and a half), we settled into our tents, sat around and talked, walked up the sand dunes to see the sunset and the stars (which is really not very easy), and overall had an amazing time. one of our guides, mohammed, shared his turban with me...i actually think it s a good look for me...and it really kept me warm in the cold, desert air. for dinner, our guides cooked amazing tajine and we sat around a fire, singing songs and listening to drums that our guides played. we all had turns on the drums, as well, which was quite an experience. eventually, it was time for bed, where we were visited by the giggles, until peaceful slumber took over...it was a magical night in many ways...
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