Travel Tuesday: Postcards From Fes

The Moroccan people were definitely something to write home about.
For how many times I had heard before visiting Fes that we would find it incredibly overwhelming due to high pressure from touts - namely medina "guides" - we truly never did. There have been many times on our travels, since having Levi, where I wondered if we would be experiencing the same level of care and politeness had we been without a child - our experience in Fes may be a perfect example of this. This isn't to say we were never approached for various reasons, but no one really persisted beyond our "no thank you".
There were at least 2 or 3 people, at different times, to approach simply to tell us "blessings on your beautiful children" and "may they be protected, in sha'allah (God Willing)". Each person to say these words to us expressed them with a great deal of emotion. They really meant it, and we really felt it. Very unexpected, and highly appreciated. This at a time when our defenses were down - we were sick, we were tired and, in turn, very concerned for our babies.

We owe Fes another shot, and we will make sure we give it.

Travel Tuesday: Postcards From Meknes

A glimpse into our week well spent in Meknes, Morocco. An amazing, chilled out city with a small town feel, some of the friendliest people, tastiest food, and a medina just big enough to get lost, but not big enough to stay lost - perfect.

Travel Tuesday: Chefchaouen Weavers

There are beautiful handmade blankets for sale in Chefchaouen, Morocco. I had the pleasure of watching a few of the men work away at their looms. It seemed like such a meditative task. Ask any one of them about their work and they will share with pride.

There were many offers to visit the home of a local weaver, but we were quite happy hanging around the Ensemble Artisinal, at the edge of the medina, where we were free to walk around, compare prices, and watch the men at work.

Many men had their young sons working and learning alongside them, just as they had done next to their own fathers.

Of course, we couldn't resist leaving without one for each of our beds!

There is something so beautiful about a craft that has been handed down from generations past, family teaching family; hard working, experienced, and gifted hands delicately, and lovingly directing young fingers across the fibres, and the wood of the loom. That is what you are supporting, when you buy handmade - so incredible.

The Heat Of The Day

Between our busy wanderings of the early mornings and cool evenings, we would sneak back to our room

to nap


to play


to be silly

to tend


to feel at "home"


to reflect


in the heat of the day

Postcards From Chefchaouen