How I Fell in Love with Morocco
A New Departure
I had already taken one sabbatical – a long journey through Asia, New Zealand, and beyond. This time, I wanted to stay a little closer to home: nine months in a converted Caddy, traveling through Europe. At least, that was the plan. But it quickly became clear – it wouldn’t just be Europe.
Wheels rolling, heart wide open
Christmas in Morocco
Over Christmas, I planned a trip to Morocco: surfing with a friend, discovering a new country. My only real memory was a brief visit to Marrakech years ago. Even then, I felt it – I’d return. “The vibrant chaos of the souks, the winding alleys of the medina, the serene riads… And those rooftop evenings, with the call to prayer in the air and the snow-dusted Atlas glowing in the distance – unforgettable.”
From the rooftops of Marrakesh, to the snow peaks of the Atlas – a sunset to remember
Solo – With an Open Heart
When I told people about my plan, many asked:
“Alone? As a woman? In Morocco? Aren’t you scared?”
I hesitated briefly – then decided to trust my instincts.
And I was right. I never felt fear. From the very beginning, I was struck by the warmth and openness of the people.
“Strangers asked where I was from, how I liked Morocco – and when I said ‘beautiful,’ their faces lit up.”
A friendly face along the way
Ocean, Mountains, Open Skies
I followed the coast, tried surfing, then headed into the Atlas Mountains for a few days of hiking with my friend.
Afterward, I continued alone – deeper into the country.
What started as a short Christmas trip slowly turned into months on the road.
Each part of the journey felt more breathtaking than the last.
Eventually, I made my way to the desert, to M’Hamid.
Surfing at Sidi Kaouki
Desert Encounters
I decided to spend two nights in the desert: one under the stars, the other in a desert camp in the Erg-Chegaga dunes.
The experience was unforgettable – thanks to Osman, the camel guide, and Jawad, my host, both deeply connected to this land.
“They couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.”
“In Europe, we’re often in pursuit – of more, of better. But here, in the stillness of the Sahara, I met people fully at peace with where they are.”
Osman loading the camel for the desert trip
The Desert’s Many Moods
Later, I continued to Merzouga – perhaps more touristy, but no less captivating.
The dunes, the light, the atmosphere – everything felt unique.
“Each desert revealed different moods, textures, and stories.”
Desert camp breakfast; silence, sand and coffee
Morocco’s Many Worlds
Heading north, I passed through cities like Agadir. Again and again, I was struck by Morocco’s contrasts – in its people, its landscapes, its rhythm.
“It’s almost like a small continent – extremely diverse in terms of climate and landscape. And that’s exactly what I love: the variety.”
Morocco’s diversity.
Meeting the Amazigh
The Amazigh are a proud, nomadic people, deeply rooted in their land, traditions, and language.
Their way of life is shaped by simplicity, connection, and hospitality – something that left a lasting impression on me.
“These people carry ancient history within them – visible in their clothing, audible in their music, and tangible in their presence.”
Bold colors, strong roots, – traditional dress of Berber woman
Lasting Impressions
Morocco left a deep impression on me.
Not only through its breathtaking landscapes – but above all through its people, its silence, and its contrasts.
“It was a journey that stayed with me – in my thoughts, in my heart, and in the way I see the world.”
Bold colors, strong roots, – traditional dress of Berber woman