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Ever since the movie Almost Famous where Penny Lane keeps talking about going to Morocco, I’ve been fascinated with the idea of the place. So when I realized that I only had 2 continents left on my list, Africa and Australia, I decided that it was time for Morocco.

I never had any desire to go on safari but I did always have this need to see the Sahara someday. Didn’t need to walk through it or do anything there. I just wanted to see it just so I could say that I saw it. I knew Marrakech would be the perfect starting point to experience the exotic and old school flavors of Morocco as well take a side trip to the Sahara. Beyond that, I didn’t know a whole lot about the place.

Now that I’m back, I still don’t know that I’ve been able wrap my head around the place. It was like I was in a time/reality warp. The most bizarre place I’ve ever been in my life. Totally mystical and frustrating and breathtaking and uncomfortable. It wasn’t anything like a resort vaca for sure.

I had too many different types of experiences to sum up here but I can say that I learned more and absorbed more foreign culture than any other trip I’ve ever been on.

I’ve gotten into the habit of trying to sum up my trips in a string of words. It won’t do the trip justice but here goes: pink stucco, rugged landscape, no systems to speak of, hustlers everywhere, ancient times square, Djemma el Fna, dark alleyways, schwarma, Hotel Scherazade, Yasue, terraces, mint tea, freezing rooms, cats everywhere, labrynth of souks, tagine, olive trees, minarets, “konichiwa”, veiled women, animal carcasses, doors, moroccan lamps, stinky leather, the local hammam, a scrubbing to remember, Islam, Essouira, crepes with honey, getting ripped off, juice de banane, fresh squeezed OJ, my trusty hoodie, 20 hours in a van crossing Morocco, Todra Gorge, millions and millions of stars, male and female date palms, cute country donkeys, the Todra valley, the carpet hard sell, Berber villages, beggars – mostly women and children, Moustapha the camel, The Sahara, mountains of sand, camel poop, berber tents, Bara the frisky nomad, berber drums, Pan&Sophie, Marcus, Maria&that other girl, sand toilets, listening to “End of the World” while crossing the Sahara, argan oil, fresh figs and dates, Jafar, pad see ew at Nawarma, Riad Celia, view of the moon and stars from the terrace, Rachel in Gueliz, final meal of veggie couscous, the final glass of fresh oj at dawn.

Sun, surf, lush jungle and excellent coffee. What more can you ask for? Stayed in the most serene, beautiful setting ever and felt at one with nature.

I still can’t believe that I actually learned to surf on this one trip. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience. I will definitely be back.

There’s a possibility that I may be going to Rio for Carnavale (!!!), but I need some advice. Is Carnavale really the best time to go or is it just overpriced and overcrowded at that time? I really mainly want to see the Samba parade (before I die).

Also, what is a reasonable price to pay for a hotel near the beach in Ipanema or Leblon? 2 girls traveling – I’d like to stay in as safe an area as possible.

I can hardly believe it but I’m already going back to Seoul even though I just went last year. I really wanted to visit my grandmother again but now it turns out that a couple of friends will be there at the same time! I’m so excited!

Hopefully this time I’ll do a little more than just eat and shop, but even if it’s just a repeat of last year, it’s well worth it!

One thing I always promised myself was that I’d go to Carnavale in Rio just once before I died, or at least before I got too old to enjoy it. What could be better than massive street festivals with more “people energy” than 1,000 mardi gras (w/ fewer slutty girls and drunken frat boys) by night and endless beaches with beautiful latin men by day?

Visited during a college tour and went back for a friend’s wedding. Loved the bucket o’ seafood out on the cape and loved the city itself. Would rather not ever drive in Boston though. The rudest drivers ever and I HATE the roundabouts!

Not enough space here to describe how much I love this city. I go almost every other month it seems. I love the buildings, the people, the food, even the graffiti. My first memory of NYC is of the graffiti and how mesmerized I was by it. I almost don’t want to ever live there and shatter my fantasy of what NYC is. Another place that always feels like home whenever I visit. Favorite neighborhoods are Greenwich Village and West Village. Favorite view is from the Reservoir. Favorite restaurant: 3-way tie b/t Pepe Verde, Joe’s Shanghai and Woorijip.

Beautiful city. One of my favorites.

Have been to Destin, Miami, Jacksonville, Tampa, St. Pete, Panama City, Pensacola, Seaside, Sarasota.

Very short stay… only saw the airports and the tube.