Inspiration – Set Free
Succeeding against odds
One of my last days in Marrakech, feeling-finally-like I belonged and made this adventure work for me. Instead of hiding in my beautiful villa, I kept at it, pushing my way into that city and culture and figuring it out.
Souks of Marrakech
At times daunting, occasionally maddening, always exhilarating. Best thing is to just expect to get lost.
Nearing the top of the Atlas Mountains
This was an exciting moment for me. The drive up was not my favourite – narrow, steep, with no other vehicles in sight – but it was worth it.
My lamb and date tagine
Most of the meals were a minimum of six or seven dishes, usually served at once. One meal had twelve. I wonder if they weren’t used to serving a single diner?
Marrakech, Morocco
In the dizzying, agressive, puzzling, exotic, scary, exciting souks where they promise you WILL get lost. And I did.
Le Grand Balcon Cafe Glacier with its with its famous rooftop view of Jemaa el Fna
Where Katie Edwards meets her informant.
High Atlas Mountains, Morocco
I visited a number of Berber villages. We travelled on narrow winding roads, never seeing another car for hours.
Conquering the Unknown
Taking on Marrakech on its own was a challenge. Language. Culture. Traditons. Agressive souk vendors. Extreme heat. Here I am in the El Fna Square late one evening, feeling for the first time I’ve figured out how to survive and eventually love the place.