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In my mind Morocco has always been shrouded in mystery. Encompassing the fabled cities of Casablanca and Marrakech, and the setting off point for the renowned trans-Sahara route to Timbuktu, Morocco drips with the exotic; with countless oases, kasbahs, and mystics. Throw in camels, snake charmers, genies of the lamp, and flying carpets of Arabian folklore, and the kids’ intrigue peaks as well.
Pre-arrival I was filled with emotions, a mix of excitement and anxiety, as partial images constructed out of the incongruent information gathered from guide books, fellow travelers, and my unbridled imagination, floated in my head. I didn’t know what to expect and I braced myself and the rest of the family for the inevitable changes in language, culture, dress, and food. Everyone seemed to warn of the “intensity” of Morocco, yet I remained uncertain as to how it would present itself.
We had been advised by a fellow traveler back in South America that a good introduction to Morocco would be the Medieval city of Fez. In an effort to reduce one-night stops, we avoided spending time in the boarder town of Tangier, instead opting to travel from Algeciras, Spain to Fez Morocco in a single day. To my relief the high speed ferry from Tarifa, Spain to Tangier, Morocco was a breeze.
