Our first day in New York City began around 4pm when we arrived at our hotel after traveling. I had booked our hotel so long ago, I had sort of forgotten where exactly it was located and what sort of decor it would be, but when we arrived, I remembered instantly and it was a perfect little boutique hotel for us with a fabulous location on Park Avenue in Midtown. It was out of the hustle and bustle but close to everything!
Victoria BC Day 2
Our second and final day in Victoria was another lovely one. We got blue skies that day, with beautiful big fluffy clouds out over the water. The weather was wonderful but very cold still, so after sleeping in, we bundled up and went out for another day of exploring.
We began our day at the famous John’s Place just down the block from our hotel (which has been featured on many TV shows and the Food Network) and then headed down to Beacon Hill Park. This is the city’s large in-city park and it was beautiful, full of fall leaves, duck ponds with lilypads and my personal favorite, peacocks! One of the peacocks followed me around for a while. The park was lovely and so nice to just wander around amid the locals on their Sunday morning jogs.
Then we headed to the Royal BC Museum and checked out their exhibits on everything from prehistoric animals that lived in the region to the native tribes and their cultures that had lived there many years ago. After the museum, we grabbed lunch and then headed back to our hotel cafe for a cup of afternoon tea before heading back to the airport and heading home.
Our trip to Victoria was very enjoyable and I’m really glad we went as it’s given us a new perspective on Canada after our previous trips to the country. This time of year truly was lovely in Victoria and I would recommend it to anyone for a quick getaway.
Victoria BC Day 1
The day we got into Victoria, it was early afternoon and we had expected to arrive to rain and stormy weather, as it was pouring rain when we left Portland. But in a nice turn of events, we arrived to Victoria in grey skies but not a drop of rain (which did in fact last the whole weekend.) We arrived into downtown Victoria and checked into our lovely little boutique hotel which I’d highly recommend, the Hotel Rialto. We got to our room, rested and unpacked for a bit and then got all bundled up to go out and explore (because even though there was no rain, the wind was freezing!)
Our first day there we walked through downtown toward the Harbor, past the famous old Empress Hotel (which was gorgeous) and then headed toward the Parliament building and then out toward the jetty on the harbor and had dinner out there, overlooking the water and the sea planes landing.
We saw some beautiful architecture, some gorgeous Fall colors and thoroughly enjoyed our time in Victoria. Nick also did a blog post on our trip if you’re interested in checking it out here. Here’s some snaps from our first day…
San Francisco
This past long weekend in San Francisco was interesting for Nick and I. We were expecting to love the city and maybe we were expecting too much. We’ve seen a lot of places and for me especially, some of them really stick with me, some of them I fall deeply in love with, while others, sort of fall by the wayside, happy to have seen them but glad to be home. San Francisco unfortunately fell into that second category for me.
I had been down to the city early in high school, so probably about 12 years ago. Nick had also been as a kid but didn’t remember much. I think the whole trip started and ended badly as well because of the issues at SFO airport (which I won’t be returning to.) It was such a struggle, having to fly around in the air for longer than our actual flight had taken from Portland to San Fran before they could have us land. Then the signage in that airport is not good but we managed to take the tram to the BART train station to get into the city. A very costly trip in to downtown on the BART let us out right next to our hotel in Union Square. We weren’t fans of the BART system, very dirty, so run down and whoever designed it made serious design errors. Who puts fabric seats on a mass transit system in a light blue that isn’t vinyl or leather or something that will hold up? It was torn, pulling at the seams, stained… it was terrible.
Anyways, we got to our hotel, which we liked for the most part and enjoyed the location. We grabbed a late lunch in our neighborhood and then headed back to the hotel to rest a bit and change for our evening. We then headed out to ChinaTown which was only about a 10 minute walk from where we stayed and enjoyed a cool evening wandering around the streets and finally stopping at a Chinese restaurant in the area for dinner. Then we meandered back as the light was dimming toward Union Square.
Our second day there, Sunday, we wanted to see all the touristy things. So we decided to walk down to Fisherman’s Wharf (which wasn’t bad except for the Lombard Hill). We decided to stop by the Lombard curvy street that’s famous to San Francisco as Nick had never seen it before. Then we meandered down through Fisherman’s Wharf, had lunch down on the wharf (a very overpriced touristy lunch), then headed over to the Ghiradelli plaza, which Nick had never been to either. We shared a dark chocolate Ghiradelli sundae and looked around at how they make the chocolate there. We then decided to take the old streetcar back to our hotel and really enjoyed the ride back on the 1859 streetcar. We spent the afternoon resting in our hotel, I ran out to do a bit of shopping at nearby Zara and Madewell (which I don’t have here in Portland) and then headed to an early dinner.
After we ate, Nick had wanted to take an evening photo of the Golden Gate Bridge from a specific vantage point. So after a transportation debacle, we finally made it to Baker Beach. It wasn’t the exact place that Nick wanted to be (you can read about that here) and the weather was pretty hazy, so he took some photos and we grabbed a cab and headed back to our hotel.
The next morning we headed to the airport and were greeted with no signage and a hefty delay. Safe to say, our weekend was enjoyable but our impressions of the city were very different than we had hoped. I love old buildings and I love the aura they put off, and for all the beautiful old buildings in San Francisco, they were all just falling apart and looked terrible. The city was dirty and grungy and it made us realize how lucky we are in Portland to live in such a clean and beautiful old city. I also really missed the green that Portland has so much of, even downtown. I felt like San Francisco was lacking with trees in the city area and I really missed that.
After so much traveling and so much more to come, Nick and I have definitely found that there are not that many places in the world we would want to live and that we fall in love with. We are really lucky to have a place to call home that we love and a few other cities in the world that feel like home to us as well. Overall, I’m really glad that Nick and I got to see San Francisco together and I’m sure we’ll see it again in the future sometime, but it’s not a city I’ll be rushing back to. To step off that plane and breathe in the clean Oregon air, it made me really glad to be home.
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Paris Day 3 (March 2012)
Our last day in Paris came way too soon and this trip was the first that I really wasn’t ready to head home. For some reason this time, whether it was the gorgeous Spring weather or the need for more rest, more inspiration, I had a really hard time leaving. So we made sure our last morning (our flight left at 1pm) was memorable. We woke up that morning to another beautiful blue sky Spring day… even warmer than the days before. We got up, got ready and wandered along the Seine down to the Ile St. Louis to our favorite boulangerie again. It was warm enough to not even need a coat and we grabbed croissants and pain au chocolat and sparkling water and wandered back to Notre Dame. This is becoming one of my favorite things about our trips to Paris, the little traditions we’re beginning, the things we do again and again because we have fallen in love with them. Sitting beneath the back of Notre Dame (which is always empty because everyone is at the front), in a little park on a French park bench, we sat and ate our French breakfast. Nick then wandered around for a bit and took some lovely photos and I checked our flight info and status on my phone, took a couple instagrams and just relaxed, taking in all that was around me.
When the time came we hopped on the RER and sped out toward Charles de Gaulle to catch our flight to London, then to Seattle and finally home to Portland.
As I look back this week, I already am missing Paris. Overall, this trip was absolutely fantastic without anything going wrong even in the least. And looking ahead, Nick and I have already decided that our next trip will be next April, heading back to Paris for a few days and then taking the train around and exploring the French countryside and the French Riviera.
France will always be that place for us that holds so many memories, so many traditions, so many moments. It’s a place that treats us well and that has made us fall in love with it over and over again. Every time we land in Paris, Nick and I both know that in a way we are “home,” that we are in that place that has become so much for us and that place that we will always hold so very dear.
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Trip Info:
What I wore: Gap black legging skinnies, J Crew white crew neck t shirt, Gap black cardigan, Zara scarf, Cole Haan gray metallic loafers, Dooney & Bourke handbag, Banana Republic sunglasses
Where we stayed: Hotel le Notre Dame
Airlines we flew home: British Airways, Alaska Air
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Paris Day 2 (March 2012)
Paris in the springtime is unlike any other time of year and there was almost an air of freshness, in the people, in the trees, in the whole feeling of the city. We happened to spend a few days in Paris as great warm weather rolled in and everybody was so enjoying the sunshine and the 70 degree weather that it made the whole city come alive, made it even more magical than usual.
We started our second day in Paris this time at our favorite boulangerie for breakfast croissants and pain au chocolat which is becoming a nice tradition. Saint Martin boulangerie is on the Ile St. Louis (a small island in the middle of the Seine River and houses some of the oldest buildings in all of Paris) and is a tiny little bakery that serves some of the best pastries in the city in our opinion. It’s a favorite of ours and we always make a visit there when we go to Paris. Just down the street from it heading back to the Left Bank is a little market that we stopped in and bought Orangina to go with our breakfast, then headed down toward St. Chappelle to have our breakfast in a little triangle shaped park. First of all there is nothing in the world like a true French croissant, nothing even compares here in the States and to sit in Paris, looking at the gorgeous white stone buildings that are hundreds of years old around you, there is nothing better in the world.
After a leisurely breakfast in the park, we headed to St. Chappelle which Nick had read about and really wanted to see. It’s a little chapel built in the middle of a bunch of old palace buildings, hidden from view from the outside. But wow, nothing compares when you go inside of it. The stained glass windows went probably 50 feet up, the ceilings and walls were painted fleur di lis in gold enamel. It was incredible and apparently one of the Louis’s had it built inside the old palace in Paris for his pleasure. It was absolutely gorgeous to say the least and definite must see for anybody going to Paris.
After that we did a little shopping up in the Opera district and walked through the large Apple store up there, always a must for Nick. Then we jumped back on the Metro and within minutes were back on the Left bank and back at our hotel. We had lunch right across the street from Notre Dame at a little brasserie. I enjoyed one my favorites, a “sandwich mixte” which is french bread, ham and cheese with chunks of butter thrown in there too. It’s delicious! And Nick enjoyed a “French hotdog” which is basically a hot dog in a french bread loaf. To say the least, we quite enjoyed a leisurely lunch watching people and ending it with cafe au lait.
As we were deciding what to do for the afternoon, the weather was getting really warm and we decided to be very Parisian and enjoy the afternoon lounging in a park. So we went to Laduree on the Rue Bonaparte, picked up a box of macarons and headed to the Tuleries Gardens near the Louvre. We grabbed two lounge chairs and sat for over an hour enjoying macarons and Orangina. It truly was one of those moments that I never wanted to leave. While we were sitting there Nick asked me what my favorite thing about Paris is. It took me a moment to really think about it, as there is so much I love, but as I sat there looking around at this gorgeous setting, I realized that the single best thing about Paris for me is how I feel when I’m there, how the city makes me feel.
I have never felt the feeling I get in Paris anywhere else and I’m not even sure how to put it in words exactly but I think that everybody in their lives has pivotal moments when they figure out major parts of themselves. For me, every time I step foot in Paris, I feel like a whole part of myself is finally alive, a part of myself that doesn’t exist anywhere else in the world. It’s almost as if in a previous life I was from there and I’m finally coming home, like I’m finally becoming whole again.
Paris is one of those places in the world that isn’t like anywhere else. It’s old, reserved, sophisticated, intricate, organized. It mixes the old with the new, it has an elegance, a very “art nuveau” kind of curvy, intricate and sophisticated feeling about it. And if you watch long enough, if you look long enough at your surroundings in Paris, there are literally no words to describe what you see. Paris is everything all at once, it’s exotic, it’s reserved, it’s elegant. It’s busy, it’s big, it’s old. But if you take the time, if you spend a moment just taking it all in, just feeling all that exudes from the city, I find that Paris will always be like no where else and she will always hold the key to my heart.
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Trip Info:
What I wore: Banana Republic dark flare denim, Zara navy trench, Cole Haan gray metallic loafers, blue plaid J Crew button up shirt, J Crew mint sweater, Dooney & Bourke handbag
Where we stayed: Hotel le Notre Dame
Where we shopped: Printemps on Blvd Hausmann, Laduree on Rue Bonaparte, Saint Martin boulangerie on the Ile St. Louis
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Paris Day 1 (March 2012)
It’s no secret that I love Paris, no secret that it’s Nick and my’s favorite place to go, no secret that it’s a gorgeous place. So when we’re ever in the area, we always make a stop in Paris and it’s becoming quite a nice tradition we have. In October last year during our trip to Rome, we flew over to Paris just for a night and it wasn’t nearly long enough in my favorite city so this time we made sure to have about 2 1/2 days there and stay 2 nights and it still wasn’t long enough for me but definitely it was a joy.
Ever since I was a little girl, it seems I’ve loved all things Paris, and I’m not sure why exactly though I think much of it had to do with my love of travel, my need to see the world and that Eiffel Tower decor could really let me imagine it. So after my first trip back to Paris (after being there as a kid) on our honeymoon, Nick and I fell in love with the city all over again. And ever since we’ve been to Paris 3 times in the past year and a half and if I could, I’d be there more often than that.
Paris for me is like no where else in the world. I don’t speak the language yet (I’m learning currently), I am not directly French in recent heritage, but somehow I feel more like myself in Paris than anywhere else in the world. A feeling comes over me whenever I’m there, a feeling a deep recognition, of belonging, of a deep love for place. I’ve seen a lot of the world and I hope to see more and more every year of my life, but never have I had such a deep connection to a place as I do in Paris and in France.
This trip was priceless in so many ways but to end it in Paris, in the city that Nick and I both adore, made it icing on the cake. It was the first sunny semi-warm day we’ve ever had in Paris, as both other visits have been in the Fall and have been cloudy and overcast mostly. Paris is always beautiful no matter the weather and it’s perhaps one of the prettiest cities I’ve seen in the gray and the rain, but it is breathtaking with a blue sky backdrop. The city truly comes alive in nice weather, truly transports you to another world.
We spent our first day there visiting some of our favorite locals, starting at my Eiffel Tower which has begun a beautiful tradition as our first stop always when we visit. Then we meandered across the Seine and up to the Trocadero which had lovely views of the tower with the clear blue sky behind it. Nick took photos and I sat on the stairs of the Trocadero just taking it all in. It’s one of my favorite things to do in Paris, to find a seat and just stare at all that’s around me, to breathe it in, to hold it forever. After a while we wandered through the Right Bank, up to the Place Victor Hugo and then headed East back to the Arc du Triumphe and the Champs Elysees. Along the way we stopped at Zara for a little shopping for me on the Avenue Victor Hugo. Then we continued on to the Arc du Triumphe and again while Nick took the time to take some gorgeous photos at sunset of the monument, I took a seat on a park bench a little ways away and just watched the city move around me. The sun set slowly and as the blue sky turned to all shades of color, I held on to it as long as I could. There is something that moves inside me when I’m there, something that tells me my love affair with this city will always be a huge part of my life.
After the sun set, we meandered down the Champs Elysees and ended up having dinner at a little brasserie near the Louvre on our way back to our hotel. We have stayed at a fabulous hotel the last couple times in Paris, one that I would highly recommend. We stay at Hotel le Notre Dame, which is literally across the street from Notre Dame Cathedral. We open our windows each morning and night to see the church in all it’s glory right there. It’s absolutely amazing to see that day and night and this hotel, decorated by Christian Lecroix is truly a delight. It’s small and very “boutiquey,” which we love. Though it does come with a bit of a higher price tag than we usually spend in Europe per night, but it’s always kind of our treat to ourselves to stay here, and believe me, the view is definitely worth the money.
We finished our first night in Paris admiring our view and falling asleep in the most beautiful city in the world. I know that
Paris doesn’t resonate with everyone the way it does for us, but I do know that if you have seen many places, some of them really do resonate with you. Few of them mean something very deep to us, and for me, Paris is that meaningful place. It’s a city that I always feel like I belong, a place that matches my personality, a place that I always feel accepted. I know someday Paris will be a bigger part of my daily life and I can’t wait for that…but for now I’m looking at all these beautiful photos from our first day and will be dreaming of my city until I can get back.
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Trip Info:
What I wore: Banana Republic dark flare denim, Zara navy trench, H&M orange and white stripe long sleeve t-shirt, J. Crew watercolor scarf, polka dot Keds for Madewell shoes, Dooney & Bourke handbag
Where we Stayed: Hotel le Notre Dame
What we flew to Paris from Marrakech: EasyJet
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Exploring Mosques and Spice Markets in Marrakech
Looking back, a week ago we were wandering the streets in Marrakech on the other side of the world. That place for me brought many memories back but it also awoke many things within me, seeing it through adult eyes, seeing it for what it really is and not just a childhood memory. My time in the Middle East as a child is something that I will always treasure, a part of me that has guided everything I’ve become and will be in my life, but being in Morocco I realized that much of what I remember, much about Arab countries, much of what I love and much of what I cherish are still only a very sliver of the reality. I have tremendous love and respect for that area of the world, I’m not scared by it, I’m not ignorant about it and this trip for me really brought home how much others have really no idea about that area of the world at all. Marrakech is beautiful, it’s exotic and it’s frighteningly chaotic in the most beautiful way. It keeps you on the edge of your seat, it holds you in this sort of alternate universe while you’re there, it makes you challenge things that you consider ordinary, it makes you challenge yourself in what you see and do.
I think I fell in love with it more even after we left, looking back on it now, I really enjoyed our time there and I really enjoyed being immersed in that culture again. But at times, it was daunting, at times it was a chaos I wasn’t sure I enjoyed. But looking back, thinking back, I’m so very glad we found a love in Morocco. We spent our second full day there wandering through the large square with dried fruit sellers and street performers and henna artists and fresh orange juice stands. We spent much time in the square of the large central mosque in Marrakech, the minaret clad in blue tile around the top, the sound of prayer call filling the whole area with songs of prayer. I stood for a long while just listening, just taking it all in, my long dress blowing in the desert wind, the smells, the feelings, capturing the moments that you get no where else.
When I travel, certain places evoke very distinct feelings within me. Certain places move me and affect me deeply, each in their own way. Morocco did that, in a very different way than anywhere else, but it brought me a new perspective of our world. I found it incredibly revealing, incredibly ironic how remotely they live, how old-world Morocco is but rooftops are covered in satellite dishes, how donkeys and motorbikes share the roads equally, how prayer call sounds 5 times a day but no one stops to notice.
I think I loved Morocco because it felt a bit like coming home after many years away. From the moment we landed and stepped out on the tarmac in the warm desert air, it felt like getting off that plane in Saudi, walking into the identical airport in Dahran. And perhaps only those that lived that with me can relate, as there is no feeling like that anywhere else in the world. I think that I loved Morocco because it combined two cultures, two languages that I happen to really hold dear. It was the Arab and the French in me that embraced hearing both Arabic and French on the streets, hearing Bonjour as a greeting just as much as hearing Shukran as thank you. I think I loved Morocco because it pulled at something within me, it made me challenge myself again, it made me just that little bit uncomfortable that you need to be to fully embrace somewhere new. I love that feeling, that feeling of not knowing exactly where you are or what to do, that’s when I learn most about myself.
We ended our last evening in Morocco on the rooftop balcony of our Riad, with panoramic views as the sun set around us of all of Marrakech. Four minarets sang the evening prayer, each just a little before the other, resulting in a chorus like sound above the city. The sky bright, then suddenly lighter, softer as the evening fell. And as I looked out over Marrakech, Nick and I completely alone all above the city, the sun was as bright and round as you see in the movies, setting perfectly behind a grove of palm trees in the distance. And as it gradually went lower and lower, the sky erupted in shades of pink and lavender and ivory, much the same colors as the buildings all around us and in that moment, there was no more beautiful place in the entire world.
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My First Day in Marrakech
For a long time, I’ve wanted to go to Morocco. I’ve always been fascinated with Middle Eastern design and aesthetics, but something about the Moroccan designs, their lanterns, their patterns has always pulled me in. It was always a place at the top of my list to see when I could get there, always a place that had a unique draw for me, part Middle East, part European, part something completely else. It’s a unique place for many reasons, one is that there are two very distinct groups of people in Morocco, the Berbers and the Arabs and do not call one the other. The Berbers will tell you they are not Arabs, and vice versa. This country is also African, not truly Middle Eastern, therefore it brings yet another unique part to it, the colors and the boisterous personalities of Africa definitely come through here. It’s a place that prayer call sounds, yet no one bothers to stop and pray, much much different than I remember when prayer call sounded growing up in Saudi. It’s a place that has many rules, yet many are broken all around you by Moroccans and tourists alike. It’s a place that donkeys roam the streets and there are no traffic rules, resulting in very high fatality rates among drivers in this country. It’s a place that is very Arab and there were times that standing there on the street corner looking around, I felt transported back to my childhood. Certain things didn’t phase me because I lived them for half my life, prayer call, women covered from head to toe, men driving motorbikes with their wife and 2 year old child holding on to the back as they speed around, the aggressiveness of some of the Arab men and bargaining with them, the feel of the dessert air.
Our days in Morocco were fabulous and we had an amazing time roaming the city of Marrakech, getting lost, very lost and finding our way. Learning lessons of how to say No, and say it firmly enough for them to leave you alone. We loved the food, the people and the place, though at the end of 2 1/2 days there, we were worn out, physically and mentally. Thanks goodness we had our quiet peaceful Riad 72 to go home to at the end of the day. The Middle Eastern culture is one of very few that are so demanding, so exhausting. And perhaps its because it’s so different than our daily lives in the West. But that’s also what fascinates me, how the world can live so differently than others, and that’s something that I think most people don’t realize at all. We could never ask the Moroccans to live like us, it wouldn’t work. That’s not who they are.
I was blown away by the beauty in Marrakech but for different reasons than you might think. Of course the Mosques and the minarets are breathtaking and have stood there for centuries. The palaces, the gardens, they are fantastic and their history is rich. The lanterns, the carpets, the doors on ordinary buildings, they truly are incredible and the skill of the craft is beyond anything we can imagine. Those things blew me away and were exactly what I hoped Morocco would be. But then there are the souks, the old streets, the falling apart buildings, the roads with no stripes, the donkeys pulling their carts, the random assortment of colors and patterns, and in the chaos, in the falling apart city, there is another kind of beauty. You are blown away by the closeness of this city, the closeness of the buildings to one and another, the closeness of the people to one another. I always loved that about the Arab culture growing up, the Arab men always coming up to another, giving a kiss and saying “Salam alaykem,” meaning “may peace be with you.” And then you actually listen to Arabic being spoken, a language I’ve always found so beautiful and so intricate. But if you actually know what those words mean, many of them don’t just mean hello or goodbye, they offer to peace to one another, they offer love. And then you stand there in the middle of the Moroccan street, chaos all around you, so lost in the maze of alleyways and streets with no names and suddenly it hits you, there is such a beauty to the way those people live. There is such a history that we cannot even fathom, those people and their families have been there forever, they descend from so many different paths of life, so many different places. There is awe in Morocco that I remember as a child in Saudi, an awe at the way these places work, the way they smell, the way they feel.
The first day in Marrakech, we headed to the Souks and along the way got stopped by a “guide” who in reality was someone’s brother’s friend, people who hope to grab tourists and make money by showing them the way somewhere, usually to their friend’s brother’s shop in the souk. Well this man led us to a rug shop, with some truly breathtaking designs where they offered us mint tea to sit and take a look at what we wanted to buy. Not that we wanted to buy but it’s a game to play along with. So we sipped our mint tea, and looked at the carpets, both Berber and Moroccan and we were reminded many times that they are very different, just like the people. After finally getting out of there and losing our “guide” we embarked on the tiny alley way markets known as “souks” in the Middle East. All I have to say is thank goodness for GPS on our phones, as that guided us through and then eventually back to our hotel. These souks are mazes, they have wood slat roofs over the alley ways to block out the sun but in doing so, they disorient you. No signs anywhere, every shop looks the same and it’s virtually impossible to find main roads to get back to without getting to them through back way alleys that you’re not sure actually are streets. Nick and I really enjoyed the souks and we got lots of great stuff for very low bargaining prices, but it was also an experience that puts you just a little bit on edge. We were ready after that to get back to our Riad and experience some calm. So we grabbed lunch on our way back at a little outdoor cafe, drank our Arabic Perrier and then headed back along the patterned side walks to our Riad.
The place we stayed, called a Riad in Morocco, is something this country is famous for. There are Riads everywhere and actually very few actual hotels and those tend to be quite expensive. Our Riad 72 was fantastic. It was off the main road, down small back alleys that you could only walk, no cars. When we arrived, a man from the Riad that we nicknamed “Jaque” as he only spoke French to us the whole time, even though we really couldn’t answer much, he kept going. Anyways, Jaque arrived with a wheelbarrow, put our bags in it and wheeled us down the alley to our Riad. He opened the door from a shabby alley way to a palace like interior, a tranquil setting luminated by Moroccan lamps throwing patterns of light all over the walls, to archways and old wooden Morrocan doors. It was absolutely breathtaking and we felt the whole time like we were staying a palace. A central courtyard with palm trees and a water feature was where we ate our meals and upstairs our suite had 25 foot high ceilings of carved wood, our door was probably hundreds of years old and carved to every detail. The floor was Morrocan patterned tile, and the walls a mix of concrete and stucco. This place was amazing and the food we ate there cooked by the lovely Fatima, was absolutely amazing. We indulged in 3 course meals cooked by her two of our three nights there and ate every bite.
After we arrived back at the Riad the first day after our adventure in the Souks, I had made an appointment to have henna done on my hands at our Riad. So while waiting for the woman to come do my henna, we sat in the lobby courtyard and drank Moroccan mint tea and lovely little cookies and biscotti made by Fatima. We truly felt transported, sitting there in this foreign place, sipping mint tea and looking around at this breathtaking building. When the woman arrived to do my henna, we moved to the rooftop of our Riad, which had views of the whole area. We sat upon the roof as she drew Henna tattoos on my hand. The speed and skill in which she did it amazed me and I’m so glad I had it done. If you don’t know, Henna is very common in the Middle East and India. Henna is a plant that grows in that area of the world and they mix it with dyes and chemicals so that it will temporarily tattoo your skin. The women in those parts of the world are usually always clad in Henna on their hands and feet and sometimes on other parts of their bodies for religious ceremonies. It’s basically a dark orange tattoo on your skin that fades and washes off completely in a couple weeks. The woman did half my hands in Moroccan designs and the other in Saudi Henna designs as I mentioned to her that I was born and raised there. I really enjoyed having the half and half design as it was so me.
The rest of the day we relaxed and went down later to the lobby for another amazing dinner as we sat beneath the setting sun and the swaying palm trees, the sound of the water fountain running around us. There were moments that took my breath away in Morocco, moments that I felt transported back to being a kid in Rahima, Saudi Arabia. There were moments that I was overwhelmed, moments when I was ready to be back in the West. But there were also moments when nothing could be more beautiful than the surroundings I had around me.
Morocco for me was everything I hoped and everything I expected, but it also had many surprise in store. I didn’t expect it to be so bilingual, Arabic and French; I didn’t expect it to be so European, I didn’t expect so many tourists and I definitely didn’t expect to see no respect whatsoever in the way the Western women dressed. I wore long dresses both days and wouldn’t have felt comfortable if I hadn’t. I was definitely covered and I felt like that was so much more respectful to the people, to Islam, to show whatever respect I could to this beautiful place.
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London – Day 2 (March 2012)
Our second day in London was even better than the first, as we slept in and woke up to a beautiful blue sky sunny day. London comes alive when it’s nice weather and everyone was really enjoying the Spring day. We got up, got ready and grabbed a cab and headed down to one of our favorite British chain restaurants, Giraffe, for a traditional English breakfast complete with British sausage, eggs, fried potatoes, bacon and baked beans. We sipped smoothies and enjoyed our leisurely breakfast. This is a really cool British chain and they have them all over… I love their motto: “Love, Eat, Live.”
After breakfast, we had seen bikes to rent in Hyde Park the day before and since the weather was so beautiful, we decided to do it. We spent an hour just strolling around and biking our bikes through the park. It was a gorgeous day truly and everyone was out enjoying it, which made us feel like a true part of the city. Hyde Park is truly one of the most beautiful large parks I’ve ever seen and everything was just beginning to bloom which made it all the better. It’s such a great park that ranges through so many different types of settings, from kids playing soccer to little ponds to Kensington Palace gardens to bike paths. I always enjoy going through the park when we’re in London and it makes you feel like you belong there, like even if you lived in London, you’d frequent it just as much.
After our bike ride, we meandered back to our hotel through the park and just enjoyed a leisurely stroll under the London blue sky. We then packed up and headed to Queen Victoria train station in a cab, where we changed onto a train headed to London Gatwick airport for our flight to Marrakech. Gatwick was amazing! I’ve never flown through there before and I would gladly go through again… it was fabulous! After a quick lunch at the airport, we headed to our gate and boarded our flight to Marrakech on EasyJet… another of our favorites in Europe.
Overall, our stop in London was wonderful. I love this city for what it is and it’s a place that I always enjoy returning to, even if only for a few days.
Trip Info:
What I wore: Banana Republic dark flare denim, Zara navy trench coat, Keds for Madewell polka dot shoes, J.Crew chambray button up shirt, gray and white poke dot scarf from Gap, Dooney & Bourke handbag
Where we stayed: The Metropolitan London
What airlines we flew: EasyJet to Marrakech
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