In May I traveled to Morocco. Months later, memories of this magical country still inspire.
Essaouira lies on Morocco's Atlantic coast. Peach hued stone ramparts dating back to the 18th century encircle its spiraling medina.
Each morning in Essaouira I awoke to brilliant light streaming through the slats of my wooden shudders, creating crisp stripes on my white sheets.
Gulls circled the rooftops of the city, breaking the early morning silence with sharp caws from above. Roosters arose from deep sleeps, their cries echoing within the alleyways below.
Listening I thought, I must always remember this moment.