All I can say, is we’ve been very lucky when it comes to hotels thus far but no sleeping in for us because we have a hot air balloon ride
at sunrise. We have an extended check out so we’ll be hanging here until our flight.
After our hot air balloon we’re going shopping.
30 day write a poem or write a story about your adventures in Marrakesh.
Our hot air balloon is named Marrakech Dreams. Man, I think it needs to have a haiku in it’s honor.
soaring across a sunrise
I’m a bit nervous, okay a lot nervous about being so high up in the sky. I was surprised how many hot air balloons were in the air around us. I leaned over to the guide and whispered, Have air balloons collided? It looks like the wind has a mind of its own.
Once my stomach stopped whirling I looked down at the desert. Wow, it looked like it was covered in sparkling glitter as the sun teased every grain to life.
I didn’t expect to be this hungry once we landed. The fresh air definitely played a hand in this appetite I’m sure. The food is incredibly delicious. I love the coffee, so dark and flavorful and complimented the Morrocan pastries.
Our guide said it’s M’hanncha aka snake bread. It’s a traditional Moroccan dessert in which warqa pastry is filled with a delicious almond paste, then shaped into a snake-like form. Although there are numerous recipes for the almond paste, it is typically prepared with almonds, sugar, cinnamon, mastic powder, butter, and orange flower water.
M’hanncha can be shaped into small coils, but at social gatherings and festive occasions, it is made in a large version, so the guests can enjoy it by breaking off smaller portions from the end of the coil. When baked, the pastry is often dusted with powdered sugar or brushed with warm honey.
I should be stuffed but this looks so good too. Our guide called them, Sfenj, which are popular Moroccan doughnut-like fritters made from a sticky, unleavened batter. The dough is traditionally shaped into rings and deep-fried until it develops a golden, crispy exterior. The interior should be fluffy, tender, and chewy. These fritters are usually served hot when sold by street vendors, and they can be consumed plain or dusted with icing sugar. Kind of makes me think of the fried bread dough we get at the fair.
That’s it, no more food for me. Who am I kidding I know once we hit the bazaar, I’ll be sampling again. Thank goodness this is a virtual experience I would weigh 500lbs.
The bazaar is so alive. The music and the vibrant colors displayed by the vendors. Olyvia loves yellow, I need to find my granddaughter something but which yellow. There are so many choices. Plus, I still have Mikhayla and Caitlyn, CJ and Jacob. Damn why did I wait to the last minute. I’m a woman on a mission, that’s it.
It’s hard to believe we’ve been virtually traveling for 25 days already. Tomorrow we’ll be on our way to the next continent.
Day 2839: August 25 Marrakech,Morocco
Prompt: Marrakech is a beautiful place. Look at Things to do in Marrakech
and find something you think is beautiful. Why do you think it is beautiful?
I‘m so enamored with the bazaar I’ve chosen to stay here but then the guide hurried us together to explain.
A guide is essential when it comes to navigating the narrow streets of Marrakech’s historic medina (old town), not least because they can fend off the hustlers and carpet touts. Soak up all the magic of Marrakech by night on a private walking tour with just you and your guide. Exploring from the Djemaa el Fna, enjoy musicians, snake charmers, and dancers, sip tea or coffee, and savor traditional snacks.
I decided for safety sake he’s probably right so off we went to see a snake charmer, grab some more of that delightful coffee and more pastries.. oh my are they tasty.
I can’t wait to ask the ladies what they thought of those little bikes with the tents over them shuffling women discreetly to the market. But our guide assured us women in Morocco are not forced to fully cover up. Women also aren’t required to cover their heads, but the ones that do make it a fashion statement. Wearing a Hijab (head covering) is a way of showing they are proud of their culture.