I wish I could include everything I love about life in
Marrakech in one blog post, but unfortunately, I’m loving it a little too much
here, and should probably try to get some more sleep tonight! So instead I’ll
tell you just a little bit about my life in the medina.
On the way to school each day, I make my way
through a maze of streets to get to Jemaa al-Fna, where I’m (usually) able to
catch a “petit taxi” to the CLC. It’s fairly quiet in the morning as all the
businesses and stores are just setting up for the day. But when I return home
in the evening, it’s a completely different city. The later it gets, the more
crowded Jemaa al-Fna becomes, and it feels like every night is a big
celebration here. I’m convinced that no matter how many times I walk through
the medina, I’ll always find something interesting. There are monkeys, snake
charmers, dancers, magicians, and storytellers, but observing the tourists from
all over the world can be equally if not more entertaining. And everything from
ostrich eggs to human teeth to traditional medicines can be found in the square
or the souks, if you’re up for bargaining with the crafty shopkeepers. One
thing I love about walking home through the square everyday is the fresh orange
juice sold in the stands, with one glass costing only 4 dirhams. And after
dark, food stalls open and fill the square with smoke and delicious smells.
Walking back home at night through the very crowded medina streets is honestly
a bit frustrating, but only because I know where I want to go and cannot get
there fast enough. Anyone visiting Marrakech really ought to wander through
those little streets though to get a real sense of Moroccan life. Despite the
speeding mopeds and potential pickpockets of the streets of the medina, the
friendliness of Moroccans is surprising everywhere. They are eager to help
foreigners and love using their French and English to greet us. And despite the
madness of the medina outside, my house is so quiet and peaceful inside. I’ve
only been here for two and a half weeks, but I already feel at home.
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