The second law of thermodynamics states “whenever you do something, the universe gets more random.” At no time in the history of mankind has this been more evident than now, and for no more reason, ever, than the Internet. Because of today’s easy access to any information on anybody or anything, the world is changing at a rocket ship pace…and, sadly enough, not all for the better. Being a product of the fifties, I remember when the US was where “opportunity abounds” and “the streets are made of gold.” and everyone looked up to us. I look around and see no gold. This article is about a place where change has moved at a slower pace. A gentler place. A place where lives are fashioned around need instead of greed and people help people, locally. In Morocco, they told me their religion teaches that you should give something to someone every day. Even if it is a grape. Nice thought.
The souks (back streets of the old city) of Marrakech are a labyrinth of miles of winding, common walls. Even after more than thirty years of navigating them via foot and bike, I still sometimes get hopelessly turned around. There is no east or west. Just circles of brick and adobe. I love the souks of Morocco. Venturing into them, day or night, is your ticket to a time tunnel. (more…)
The third floor roof patio
of the Sarmi household
A full moon overhead.
I’ve always believed in a not letting my mind dwell on the past any more than necessary. My thinking is, the mind is like another set of eyes and allows you vision in one direction at a time. Time spent pondering the past is time lost for planning for the future and robs you of the omnipotent present. Still, these are only my two cents rattling against one another. There is one guru who said “people have been meditating for years. They just called it day dreaming.” Who’s to say? Still, I don’t want to cheat myself out of going over what an interesting day I had today. Since I have bad rapped looking back, I’ll file this reminiscing under business review time. (more…)
Most people would say a guy my age, who’s favorite past time was riding a bicycle through the madina of Marrakech, is a little weird. But, hop on and folow me for the time of your life. Each city has an old city called the medina, usually in the center of a modern city. The medinas have no north-south or east-west direction. Every street winds around like a maze. Even though I’ve been coming to Marrakech for more than thirty years, I still get hoplessly lost within the first half mile in. That’s precisely why I love it. It’s like going back in time. You’ll stumble on shops selling herbs and spices from around the world, that people use as their pharmacy. Other stores that sell anaconda skins, some fifteen feet long and longer, Zebras, crocadiles, leopards, all the skins that are indigenous to africa seem to make their way across the Sahara to Morocco. The only things along that nature that can’t be brought into the states are crocadiles and Cheetas. (more…)
Whomever coined the phrase “getting there is half the fun” might have been inspired while taking the forty five minute drive from Marrakech to Ourika Valley. I am one of the lucky ones who has a picnic home in this lovely little Berber village. We were no more than twenty kilometers west of Marrakech when we saw the first snow blanketing Jeb Toubkal, the highest mountain in Morocco. 14,000 plus feet. I remember, more than thirty years earlier when I heard there was skiing on the mountain of Jeb Toubkal, in Okaimden, I went to see for myself. (more…)
It’s impossible to be in Morocco for a day and not notice the beautiful tile and inlaid mosaics. As soon as you deplane into Casablanca’s Mohamed fifth airport, you are greeted by a myriad of colored tiles, in patterns inconceivable to the western mind. In Morocco forty two percent of the population is involved in the handicraft industry so each day in the country you can find beautiful hand made handicrafts and, possibly, some ancient artifacts. The majority of Moroccan homes are built around a center open courtyard. Beautiful tiles and carved stone pieces are used and there is almost always a wall or centerpiece mosaic fountain. Nothing gives a nicer feeling, especially in a desert atmosphere, than the sight and sound of running water.
