Unbearably Itchy Feet

Stella has unbearably itchy feet and reaches out to Lucille for the cure. Morocco - Letter #1

Dear Lucille,

Ah, my fellow wanderer of the world. I hope you are in good spirits and well-rested. I find myself with itchy feet, and it's unbearable. I've tried ignoring the itch and even considered making a doctor's appointment. It's a silly thing to do; we both know the cure.

We recently circled the sun and immersed ourselves in Mexico's vibrant hues. As enchanting as our journey was, the mystical call of Morocco beckons me back.

Remember how the Moroccans made us feel more welcome than a long-lost cousin who finally found their way home. I mean, honestly, did we ever meet a stranger in Morocco? They are the family we never knew we had!

And the food! The tagines with prunes, the mint tea ever so slightly sweetened with local organic honey, the hot bread baked in local communal ovens - our taste buds went to a party, and no one wanted to leave. Come on, admit it: your culinary heart has been yearning for that kind of gastronomic hug ever since. What's life without a little extra sprinkle of saffron or pomegranate?

Remember those ancient sites? They are not just old rocks and forgotten walls but storytellers whispering past secrets and the shells found in the middle of the Sahara as the haboobs murmur "A Horse With No Name."

Picture it: our return to Morocco, armed with wiser eyes and wider smiles. This time in the medinas, I envision us turning every corner with an air of 'been there, bartered that.'

But more importantly, we'll return at a deeper level, develop a richer understanding, create and experience gratefulness you can't buy, and ready to suck marrow from the bone. (Unless it's a camel, then it’s all you).

Should we fly back to the embrace of the Atlas Mountains, then experience the Anti-Atlas Mountains, let our souls dance to the rhythm of Berber beats in the desert sand near M'Hamid, explore the granaries near Tizit, fill our arms with warm hugs from all the friends we've met, and fill our hearts with more memories?

So, what do you think? Are you ready to indulge again in the splendors of spice-laden cuisine, to dance once more to the drumbeat of a thousand years ago, and to hug newfound family again?

Morocco is wooing us, and our wanderlust is writing back love letters.

So, what do you think? Why would you return to Morocco?

Here's to us, ageless wanderers, the Thelma and Louise of travel (minus the cliffhanger), on our grand expedition to the enchanting land of Morocco. Let's make another unforgettable ding in the universe, shall we?

Hugs and extra olives for good measure,

XXOO Stella