I don’t think I’ve fully processed this yet, but we are, in fact, going to Morocco in May. We booked the flights and riads, so we have a basic travel itinerary in place. But what we haven’t figured out is what to do!
We fly into Tangier and immediately leave (I believe our itinerary says “GTFO of Tangier”) for Chefchaouen, a small city known for its vibrant blue buildings. We’re staying three nights there so we can do some leisurely exploring.
Then we go to Fez for two nights. I will admit I mostly insisted on this city because of their leather goods–I really want to get my mitts on some poufs!
The final leg of the trip is Marrakesh. We’re there four nights, split between two hotels. Ever since I designed a feature in Lonny on the El Fenn, I’ve wanted to stay there. It’s a splurge for us, so we’re making it work by going a bit cheap on other riads, which is not a difficult thing in Morocco!
One day in Marrakesh will definitely be dedicated to shopping in the souks and another to just lounging it up at the fancy riad. So that leaves a full day of doing proper tourist things.
So, if you’ve visited any of these cities, what is essential to see or do or eat?
I think this is a particularly blogging-induced ailment, but I’m trying to escape the “If only, then” treadmill of purported happiness. If only I decorate the house, then I’ll entertain. If only I made more money, then I’d meet up with friends more. If only I lost 10 pounds. If only I had sequin harem pants. If only. If only.
As an act of good faith, I hosted a new year’s eve party in my un-decorated house. There are big patches of paint and plaster on the walls, the terrible light fixtures, the no dining chair situation. I lit a bunch of candles, put out carnations, played my carefully-timed playlist, and served champagne with fried chicken. It was lovely.
So I resolve to give myself a break with the veneers of happiness and instead find it wherever it lies, which is usually in the most un-instagrammable moments. To live and be good with what I have now. To accept that success looks different for everyone, and mine need not resemble anyone else’s. To eat my Vega-tables.
We’re not traveling this year, so this weekend I’m looking forward to baking some cookies and if I’m feeling energetic, doing a little Christmas tablescape on our new dining table that’s being delivered today (woohoo).
Have a wonderful holiday!
We finally got another closing date, and this time it seems to be sticking. Our lawyer gave us the go-ahead to book the movers (again), so by the weekend, we’ll be moved in to our new home.
After the move I’m off to NC for another Society Social shoot, so I’m disappearing for a bit. Follow me on Instagram for snippets of the move and the latest from the studio.
Here is a photo of my dog at the park in the early summer, when life was pretty uncomplicated. Silly me and my dreams of home ownership in the city.
We haven’t closed. An issue came up that precludes us from closing for a few more weeks. As of early last week, we were set to close today and move. And then stuff happened no one could control and here we are.
Maybe it’s for the best because I just remembered we’re leaving Brooklyn. A momentary stay has meant more days in the park, walking to our favorite brunch (and dinner) place, and just generally being in the center of all things 20-something.
I’m rationalizing, of course. Now that we’re completely in flux, I just want to move on and out. It’s apple season, and I’ve already packed my pie dish! O, the injustices of a drawn-out closing.