I always ask myself how the life of the people I see is. What are their names, what are their stories, what are their dreams and what are their fears. I see their faces, hair and clothes and I share cities, streets, buildings, noises and images with them. But who are those people? What do they do? How come that we crossed paths at that exact moment and in that exact place? Visiting the Rathaus of Hamburg the other day, I watched this new and elegant married couple taking pictures and I started wondering about their lives, about their being and about their dreams. I don’t know who they are, their names or when they met, but I know that they looked stunning, elegant and in love. And witnessing this romantic moment was a privilege.
Well, I guess that last week wasn´t my last one in Morocco. I´ll explain a little bit more once I´ll get back to Italy, now I have black smoke coming out of my ears, my skin is green and my paws are ready to kill: dragon-Arianna is writing, not panda-Arianna.
Anyway, it´s random-postcards-Tuesday, so let´s cheer with some random postcards! I really really hope that this actually will be my last week here in Morocco, and these are some of the things I am going to miss the most, apart from the stunning landscapes!
- I am going to miss finding dates everywhere I look, even if I had waaaay too much of them!
- I am going to miss seeing adorable donkey here and there!
- I am going to miss this lovely turtle always sun bathing on the same stone in the middle of the river!
Bye bye Morocco! I´ll see you soon, but not that soon: now I really need to go back home for a while.
It´s my last week here in Morocco and it feels so weird: I have already been here for more than 2 months?
I can´t wait to be back to good old Europe: the experience here has been difficult, but at the same time extremely interesting.
If I am not at all going to miss some aspects of the local culture, I am definitely going to miss the landscapes. I have never seen such an amazing place.
I love how colors mix up and create this weird new world. How can I describe walking in these arid valley and seeing here and there little flowers?
How can I describe walking here and there with a fellow donkey called Mimoune?
How can I describe what it feels like when you can´t stand the heat anymore and you suddenly find a palm tree offering some shade?
This part of Morocco is another world. It´s a different planet.
Going back to good old Europe in going to be so weird, so incredible: nature will be different, people will be different, food will be different.
I am now sitting outside with my t shirt under the hot sun. Once back I will be sitting in front of the chimney in a cozy blanket.
Going back home is always weird, but it´s always good: after these adventures out of my comfort zone, I really need a little bit of lazy and cozy Italian living room!
So, enjoy this stunning and rural Moroccan landscape!
I had this weird feeling in Rabat. Sometimes it felt like Europe and sometimes it felt like -once again- another world.
When I went to university and took the tram it really felt like being in Europe. Even the tram is like the one in Bordeaux! In the city center there are big houses, everything is nice, clean, bright and dynamic.
But the moment you enter the poor neighborhood, it fells like another city, another Country. The streets are dirty, if don´t watch out you might walk inside a hole, people look at you differently and nothing is light-and-bright.
It´s a very weird city and I can´t really understand if overall I liked it or not. I just know that I absolutely adored some corners here and there, like these ones:
I will never get used to all the problems I am facing here. A lot of people are asking me why I am not going back home, why do I even want to try some more here. Well, I just want to win the fight and go back knowing that I have really tried. Easy (not).
And what actually kills me, is that I really like this place: it´s so different, so simple, so rural and crispy.
So here are other 4 postcards from where I am now. As you can see, it´s quite a poor place. Donkeys are more or less hidden in three out of the four photos (spot them!), children are dirty and play in the streets and the water creates beautiful “bonsai-landscapes”.
This is Aoufous. I live here.
It´s a very tiny city between Errachidia and Erfoud, in the oases part of Morocco (south-east). It´s a rural city with, according to the last census made in 2004, 1272 inhabitants.
The village has an elementary school and a high-school, but no university. This means that young people have to move away to continue studying and that, as you can imagine, there are no people I can really talk to (sniff, sniff).
Anyway, the main source of income here is growing palm-trees and, ad a result, dates.
Every Thursday and Sunday there is the souq where you can find absolutely everything: from clothes to stolen technology (yop…), from food to what in Europe we throw away (it´s very easy to find someone selling rubbish: old printers, one shoe, broken cables, an old cd or the waterproof case for a GoPro). It´s very easy as well to find some pervs touching your ass , but that´s more or less everywhere here.
As you can see in the pictures, it´s quite common to find a donkey in the middle of the street and the smoke you see in the third picture sadly happens every week: they burn mountains of rubbish in the middle of the village.
As a tourist there is nothing to see here, nothing at all. But, the moment you exit the village, there are beautiful rural landscapes and you definitely should take a walk in the palmeraie.
I have been taking a lot of pictures of random moments here in Morocco and, considering that I don´t really know the story behind what happens in the photos, I didn´t really know how to share them.
That´s when I decided that posting them is anyway important, because they show how rural Morocco is different from the fancy touristic pictures we take in the big cities or in the desert: this is Morocco too.
The following four pictures have been taken during my morning walks to get to work. So, here is something you need to know about this part of Morocco:
- when it´s the saison des dattes you find boxes full of dates everywhere you go (this means that there are plenty of boring flies as well)
- the police doesn´t really care if on your tiny motorbike you put plenty of huge boxes
- you see more donkey than cars
- women are usually the only ones working hard (and men sit at the bar: chivalry is dead)
- here they wash their clothes and carpets, leave them a couple of days outside to dry and then take them back inside. But we are close to the desert and the mountains, many streets are not paved and the dust is everywhere: once they take theirs things back inside they have to be washed all over again.
Enjoy! I am going to post new postcards soon!