Shedding Marrakech: Snake Skins and New Beginnings with the Ageless Wanderers

This isn't just another travel blog; it's a peek into the chapter we're leaving behind and a toast to the roads that lie ahead. Morocco . A Midweek Memo

I found a snake skin today.

It reminded me that it was time for the Ageless Wanderers to leave Marrakesh for new horizons. Marrakesh has been wild, donkeys, museums, side streets full of secrets. Story goldmine. But the snake skin said what we already knew: it’s time to move on.

Stella’s feet started itching. My hair was getting yanked by the universe. Time for new terrain. We’ve decided to head west.

The Atlantic Ocean was calling.

After too many long conversations debating trains, buses, and questionable camels. Well maybe not camels, it just sounded exotic. We chose the radical act of independence.

We rented a car.

Now, if you’ve read anything online about driving in Morocco, delete it from your brain. Better to read Stella’s letter, where she’ll tell you what it’s really like. Picture a camel dancing a jig across all lanes and you’re closer to the truth.

She drives. I navigate. We function like old twins with some weird telepathy. We read each other, feel our way through detours, dead ends, and police road checks.

Hitchhikers are not off the table but be prepared to either get invited for a meal or take a trip into the twilight zone.

Some roads we skip. Some we take even when our nerves say don’t do it.

And the snake skin? It’s divine timing. Literal evidence on the ground that it’s time to shed the chaos of the souks and step into wide open space.

Fewer crowds. More nature. More air.

Just that simple.

XXOO,

Lucille