Back when we lived on Fort Morgan Road I remember looking forward to when family would visit because it meant we would get to act like tourists. Even though we lived right across from the beach we never enjoyed it as much as when cousins would come down from Birmingham or some other grim and beachless place. It is a similar situation here in Morocco. Even though I am in such an amazing place with tons of great stuff to see and do it is hard to appreciate it until you have a visitor to show around. Last week I had that opportunity when Elizabeth flew over from France where she has been teaching English. I didn't go anywhere new with her but I got to see a lot of my favorite places all over again through her eyes.
Here are a few highlights of our trip.
Here is Elizabeth holding a monkey in Marrakesh which was actually something of a lifetime dream for her. Uniquely, because of the snake charmers in the square, she was able to achieve a lifelong goal while facing a lifelong fear.
Some of the food offerings at one of the outdoor food stalls in Marrakesh.
View of the main square in Marrakesh from above.
Strange, mustachioed man tries pastilla,a sweet on the outside, chicken on the inside Moroccan delicacy.
The beach in Rabat.
≈Skins from the tannery laid out to dry in front of the Merenid Tombs in Fez.