In August of 2008, my husband and I took a trip to Morroco and it was a trip of a lifetime. I am having a serious case of wunderlust right now and have such a itch to get on a plane and explore another country and culture, but since I can’t do that right now and it will probably be several more months before we go on a big trip, I thought I would take a trip down memory lane and show you Marrakech, Morocco.
The rugs were just insane. So so beautiful. I could have walked around and taken pictures of the rugs all day long, but it was crazy hot and walking around Marrakech is super overwhelming. In fact it must kind of feel like what Penelope feels like with her Sensory Processing Disorder. The sights, the smells, the heat, the people, the donkeys, the cars and motos, it’s all just too much. So we could go out for an hour and then go back to our riyadh (kind of like a bed and breakfast type hotel) for an hour and recover. And repeat the process all day long.
I got my hand painted by a very pregnant henna artist, who also read my palm and swore I would be a mother to three children one day. We shall see. She spoke English so I grilled her on birthing practices of the area. Up until about 2005, they were all homebirths, no creditialed midwives just experienced female family members helping out but that slowly the wealthier women have started to give birth in the hosipital because it was the posh thing to do. Made my heart hurt to stand witness to what happened in the USA over a hundred years ago.
Oh the baby wearing. It was like a babywearing wonderland. The streets are narrow and horribly cobblestoned, no way you are pushing a stroller down that junk, even a heavy duty Bob stroller. Every woman, I mean, every woman wore their baby. And only on their backs. No matter if the kid was three years old or three weeks. And they use a plain old scarf. No Ergos or Mai Tais, just a straight up piece of cloth. I kept trying to ask the store keeper for a baby wearing scarf and they kept pointing me to the regular head scarf because I thought they didn’t believe a white American could possibly want anything to do with baby wearing, but later it clicked that was all they were using!
We went in the middle of Ramadan and it was quite the spectacle. It was truly facinating and I would give anything to go back. I can’t wait till Penelope is older and we can go on big trips with her and show her the world.
Have you ever been to Marrakech? Is there some place that you are itching to go to? South Africa and Bhutan are high on my list…one day.