The sky was blue, the earth was red. Light breezes brought rawest scents of nature together, mixed them into this light, airy, sweet and earthy note. We were in the car crossing the infamous Atlas mountains on our way to Valley of Roses.
But before I tell you about the journey, just a few quick photos of the night before.
Riad Bamileke, I asked if they could prepare a birthday cake, and they did. Not just a cake, a homemade one.
The riad was 5 min from the main square: cool as hell, owned by a couple of lovely Italians who could cook up a real dinner, served with vino. There aren't many places in the medina where you can have a beer as soon as you arrive. Don't forget, Islam is the main religion here.
I wasn't too fond of wandering around Marrakech. It was a little too crowded for my taste, but that's just me. We spent the afternoon in the courtyard - Mr. Mackey hung out with the resident tortoise (you heard that right, they have a couple of tortoises living permanent in the courtyard, although I never saw the second one) while I started my book.
We drove for hours on end on the winding road, through the mountain range which started off green and lush with small villages tucking on the hillsides, and bustling markets in the middle of nowhere.
The book I had with me was the perfect description of how I felt: humble and serene.
Get yourself together now, Mackeys.