MYSTIC MARA HOFFMAN

It was love at first souk from the moment we stepped foot in the marketplace in Marrakech, the mecca of medinas. A dizzying maze of endless shops offering everything from spices to Berber jewelry to handwoven rugs, it's what gypsy huntress dreams are made of. We fell hard for the zillij tiles, beni ourain rugs, mashrabiya lattices, and interior courtyards. No wonder we've been ogling over Mara Hoffman's latest swimwear editorial all morning long. The clash of colors, prints, and textures epitomizes the eclectic while the step back into neutrals conjures up an idyllic princess in her desert oasis. 

Excuse us while we start scheming our next pilgrimage.

HOME AWAY FROM HOME - AFRICA

About 2/3 of our stay in Africa was in our tent, whether it was out in nature or on a private lawn. The rest was in hotels and hostels, but there were also the more unconventional huts, riads, and Bedouin camps, some of which offered amazing views or beautiful details. Each place reminds me of the events and experiences that took place - how fortunate we are to live so fully. This post means we wrapped up our adventures in this part of the world. So many memories made, yet still so many more to follow. 

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BICYCLETTES

City driving in Morocco is not for the faint-hearted and when looking for your riad in the medina, in Marrakech no less, it gets that much more intense. We turned down narrow roads searching high and low, only finding locals shaking their fingers at us, trying to communicate that cars are not allowed where we were going. Interdit, interdit. After a lot of reversing, u-turning, and doubling back, we finally managed to find our place hiding at the end of a small alleyway tucked between the busy souks. 

That afternoon an attempt to visit the leather tanneries sent us on another wild goose chase - this time by foot - and along the way, I discovered the keys to navigating the old city. They're colorful. They're charming. They're compact. And they're damn efficient.

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