How it all started: Day one
Despite being tired after a red-eye flight from Montreal, I couldn’t wait to explore the city. I had waited 10 years to land in Morocco and I wasn’t going to waste a day sleeping. I was bursting at the seams with excitement.
So I set out to explore Casablanca. And let’s just say that there was an angel watching over me because knowing what I know now, I would never wander the streets of Casablanca alone.
You see I wanted to follow the art-deco tour explained in Lonely Planet. But it was complicated and hard to follow. I saw only a few buildings and spent the majority wandering aimlessly down streets that were not clearly marked.
Yet, despite it all, I saw beauty everywhere – in the locals I met in cafes and could practice my French with, to the run-down buildings, and the amazing tajine I shared with new friends that evening.