On the bus again.. We landed in morocco yesterday morning and headed straight on a bus for an eight hr ride to palais salaam a hotel which had once been a palace outside the old city walls. As we traveled, through bleary jet lag eyes I looked out onto the landscape. What a beautiful country, I can easily understand how one could fall deeply and inexplicably in love with it. I was surprised when we landed to see the flat lush plains and discover the bright hues of green covering the land. After Israel I somehow expected a similar countryside. Yet here everything seemed to be growing before our very gaze. As we began to drive I witnessed the landscape transform. The greenery gave way to a more rocky hillside, and as we drove upwards the mountains loomed in front of us their tops capped with snow.
When we finally arrived at our 'palace' we were given a delicious dinner, though we had to be careful not to eat any fruits or vegetables that were uncooked. Similarly when brushing our teeth we could only use bottled water, the tap water has microorganisms which could make us sick. In the morning when I woke I was amazed by the bright colors of the place. To imagine at this had once been someone's home..... The windows were blue which contrasted with the browish orange of the walls. The shape of the windows, the shape of the gates where contoured in such a way as to mirror what I thought of as the classic style of a mosque. The architecture was so different from that which I was used to and so strangely beautiful. As if thought had been put into every entryway. It wasn't merely a gate it was also a way of art. A form of expression. Picture a guest entering the palace, and the impression that even the gate must have created.
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