the doors to africa

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It was a whirlwind of a weekend to say the least. We departed from Sevilla on a bus full of rowdy americans and hysterical spanish tour guides around 1 on Friday. Three hours later we were on a ferry and after another hour and a half I was on a new continent. We bussed to our hotel in Tangiers – where we had a dinner of vegetable couscous, which was served family style in gigantic ceramic containers.
After brushing my teeth with bacterialized water (oops), we all fell into our beds until we were awoken by AFRICAN BIRDS CHIRPING. I died. Legitimately jumped out of bed and threw open the curtains, Carley and Stephanie were not to pleased with me. A continental breadfast followed (cornbread, cereal, crepe like things, Moroccan bread, biscotti, croissants, chocolate croissants, baguettes, I could continue…) and then we were off to Chefchaouen – the city of blue and white. The doors are painted such to keep flies and mosquitoes away, naturally I coordinated my outfit. After stuffing myself once again with vegetable couscous, we had time to waddle – I mean wander – the markets to shop and bargain and get henna!



Candy is just as magical in a foreign country.

As our hotel was located on the coast of the Mediterranean, we all woke up to watch the African sunrise before heading to Tetúan. All the green doors pictured above are from Tetúan which was, less charming than the previous city. Then we headed back to Tangiers for camels, caves, and another stamp on the passport!

After spending time in a country so foreign, you reflect a lot upon your own way of life. The insanity that is indoor plumbing, the need to eat a different type of food every meal, the concept of indoor grocery stores, the lack of wild animals, it astounds me how much of primitive life we Americans have lost. At the same time, the call to prayer, which has been called every day, 5 times a day for thousands of years feels so primordial. I scramble to capture these experiences with a lens every five seconds for fear I will forget them. They have, however, provided an eternal enrichment that will not fade any time soon.

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