As kid, when I was watching Disney’s adaptation of the story of Aladdin with its many shades of blue – especially azure and cornflower blue – I used to think that this was what kingdoms of the Orient must look like. I wanted so much to travel to one. After I’ve grown up a bit, I got to know that it was all a bit more complicated and stories tend to shape and twist reality according to storytelling purposes. The urge to see at least a tiny bit of the world I’d used to imagine didn’t leave me, though.
Time to continue our walk around the medina in Salé. We’ve been to the Great Mosque and the Bou Inania madrasa, but I still have plenty of interesting things to tell you. There will also be something about pirates, as I promised. read more
While in Salé, we decided to go on a walk and discover what’s hidden in countless alleys of this underrated city’s medina. We didn’t have any specific plan. We just knew that at the end we would like to go down to the beach and roam by the ocean’s shore. As it turned out, someone else took care of our trip’s schedule.
First, I need to make a confession. I’ve never been a shopaholic, and a visit to the mall is not a synonym of pleasure for me. Crowds of loud people barging through the alleys, overabundance of poor-quality products, heat… thanks but no, thanks. I’d rather order online. And I’d much rather go to a cosy place like an antique shop, but unfortunately second-hand shops don’t really qualify as such peaceful oases. In Poland, at least, because in Italy it’s entirely different. Anyway, I never would’ve thought that these things I detest so much would make me feel so much at home… at a Moroccan market.
Have you ever been in a place for the very first time and yet felt like you’ve seen it before? You’re kind of sure you’ve never been there, but for some reason everything you see seems strangely familiar. The way buildings look, streets are aligned, people move in droves, that there is a sea, or ocean, view… And this feeling you’re in a city that doesn’t really fit with all the other cities you’ve seen in this country. Something like this happened to me once.
I’ve thought long and hard of what my first post could be about, on the blog that I’d share with you with trembling heart. Every idea that came to my mind seemed somehow inappropriate for the debut. After all, the first one must be the best – as they say, you only have one chance to make the first impression. No wonder, then, that I’m writing this with my throat strangely squeezed with uneasiness. But one topic kept coming back to me and it proved stubborn enough I decided to tell you about it, about what’s most important for me. So, what are the features of a good journey? read more