Sometimes I don’t know what’s more exhausting, planning and booking travel, or the actual travel itself.
Right now we’re home for another brief break from Prison Break. Soon we’ll be heading back to LAX, then flying to Santa Fe for a memorial service. Then back to LA. Then flying to New York. Then flying from New York to Marrakech. Then driving four hours from Marrakech to Ouarzazate. Then staying in Ouarzazate, while Mike continues to produce Prison Break, and I hopefully have enough wifi and to keep me entertained.
If this sounds complain-y, I assure you it’s not. While I am worried about a few things, I’m excited as hell. I set my life up for EXACTLY this kind of thing. And other than feeling super-guilty for ditching my cat so much, I’m living my dream right now.
(Although, when you’re 15 emails deep on a travel itinerary chain, and can’t leave your hotel room on a gorgeous day, eating handfuls of stale muesli because that’s the only thing to eat within the wi-fi boundary, and my travel buddy isn’t responding to me, because he’s dealing with set complications… it can all start to feel a lot less dreamy.)
But now that all of our travel plans have been ironed out (whew, thanks to hours of research, hounding, and one very brilliant travel agent)…
You guys… Morocco!
What’s that place like? Anyone have tips and advice for travel to Morocco? What should I wear? What shouldn’t I wear? What should I see? What should I buy? (Keep in mind I’m not a shopper so I need specifics.) Give me all your intel, if you have it.