Moroccan delights and my friend Mahmoud

I have been wanting to post a lot lately but my life in Barcelona is rapidly reaching it's end and within these 5 short weeks that I have left here in Spain I will be writing four essays, taking four exams, and having two visitors. It's a lot at once and I feel just about every emotion there is to feel. A little bit of excitement, a little bit of nostalgia, a little bit of distraction (mainly because of the sudden nice weather that Barcelona has been having), the urge to go sandal shopping (yes, this is an emotion for me), etc.

Last weekend I went to Morocco with a few friends.

We rode camels,

ate the local cuisine,


admired the topography,

talked with the locals,

and got heckled by them too... (5 dirham for henna anyone??)


We spent 2 days in Marrakech and one night in the desert. Getting to the desert was probably the most unexpected part of our trip. Thinking that the car ride would last 2.5 hours, we signed up for the trip with enthusiasm. After 8 hours of winding through the Moroccan mountains (I think we all had motion sickness at one point) and speaking a mix of Catalan, Spanish, and English in the attempt to communicate with our French-Arabic speaking driver, we finally arrived in the desert for the sunset. We had a camp fire, ate Moroccan dinner, rode camels, and left the next morning after breakfast.

Our stay in the desert was brief, but I think I may have left my heart there...

His name is Mahmoud -محمود

محمود was such a gentlemen. There are very few men that let you mount them without giving you their own commentaries. Sometimes you don't want feedback and you don't want to listen. You just want a good ride. People always say that women talk more than men, and while this might have been true for my case with محمود (our conversation consisted of my asking him questions and him answering me with the occasional shit or twitch of the rear hump), it's a known fact that MEN TALK MORE THAN WOMEN. You men always give us your commentaries when really, we don't care that much. We're more like you than you think, sometimes we're just in it for the ride too.

So thanks محمود, for being a quiet gentlemen and for giving me a good ride. I wouldn't have minded a shave though (you're a bit spikey around the mouth).