I’ve been wanting to go on vacation for so long, especially to Marrakesh. Its an amazing city, which has so much to offer. This little dream of mine finally came true right around Easter. At the beginning of the year my father surprised us with the idea of having a family-vacation again (we haven’t, for quite a while). My mother and I have been talking about Marrakesh uncountable times before, so it was we quickly chose on this city as our destination.
What I found was not just a city, but an entire new world. The people are so amazing, its incredible. They are kind, helping, sharing and caring – those that have less than most of us do, give more than most of what we would give, always with a smile. Marrakesh seems to be one big happy-place, as such.
We stayed at a great hotel for one week, the Kenzi Menara Palace, a little outside of the center though still close enough to walk within 20 minutes. It gave the perfect balance: going into the never-empty city to explore and sight-see as well as back to the hotel to put our feet up and stay at the pool all day. I took immensely many pictures – too many, to put them all up here. Since all the moving to Zurich came right after my family vacation, I barely had time to even look at the photographs. Now I was able too and immediately thought of sharing some of my impressions with you.
When thinking of Marrakesh, prior to visiting my first time, I kept on thinking of bright colors, the culture, textiles, camels, sun-kissed-skin and most of all: tiles. I was always eager to going to Marrakesh to take pictures of the amazing architecture, the art as such and all the different tiles. I think I photographed more tiles than anything else. Looking back at the pictures, I noticed two other characteristics: For one, I barely have any photos of myself. That’s the thing, what always happens to me. Being behind the camera leaves me with absolutely no pictures of me. If I’m lucky I might find a picture on my family’s iPhone – or I take some of those selfies, which almost always instantly go onto Instagram. The second thing I noticed, were the doors (yes, you read that right!). The arch-like doors in almost every house and room made me want to change all my doors back at my little place. In fact, I wish I had a bathroom made with Moroccan tiles, arch-like doors and those amazing oil-lamps hanging from the ceiling. I did, of course, buy some souvenirs, though you cannot compare being in a city and trying to take it home. Sadly, it simply does not work. Its not just the art and architecture that made the experience unforgettable, it was the kind people around us, the weather, temperatures, smells of the amazing dishes and mint teas, the pool right at the hotel, the sight-seeing trips, the smell of roses in the air and simply the free-time we had. In the end, it was a holiday and is just not comparable to my daily living.
I am oh-so thankful for having had this experience and seeing all the lovely places with my family. Marrakesh is a city I will never forget and surely visit again in the future. In general, there are so many wonderful places out there and so many worlds to discover I cannot wait to travel the next time. For now though, I am happy to share some of my impressions with you.