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i dont even know where that is anymore. the more i go on these trips the more distant everthing else becomes. morocco was such an unexpected turn in what i thought i knew. the sixth continent yet to visit and it only happens to be the tip of a big big sub-saharan iceberg. 7 years almost sailed by without giving this chunk of dirt a visit and its now that i realize i've missed so much.
the cradle of civilization is what they call this place. maybe not morocco exactly but i'm definitely closer to it that i've ever been. i'm not going to pretend to say that i've got this place figured out because i'm far from it.
but what i will say is that from the minute of landing and interacting with the moroccans, i sensed something familiar. kind of like seeing that side of the family you vaguely remember as a kid
i was only in essaouira for a day and a half but things kind of clicked here. not exactly sure how or why it came to be.
i thought about the man who showed us his beautiful riads full of beautiful & magnificent hand woven rugs, i thought about magic greeting us at our hostel door in essaouira probably baked out of his mind struggling to check us in, i thought about the night i walked out of a random marrakeshi barbeshop having experienced one of the best shaves in my life while laughing and having a great time.
all of these moments, they all congealed in essa.
to essa, the sleepy town that woke me.
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