Marrakesh is wild. It is the one city in Morocco where I could really feel taht I was in Africa. The beat of drums, honking of cars and bikes, and the shuffle of bodies is constant throughout the city, and most prominent in the few blocks around Djemaa el-Fna. The famous square lived up to my wild expectations. All day long the square is bordered by stalls selling spices, fruits and nuts, and orange juice. In the mornings you can see herborists sitting on ca...

(I just posted a bunch of pictures of Seville, Fes, Rabat, and Marrakesh, and a blog about Fes--don't miss 'em.)Along our voyage I have gotten stranger and stranger. We started off relatively familiar, but even in Italy Scott commented on how the waiters walk right up to unsuspecting tourists, offering menus and suggesting we take a seat--a practice totally familiar to me, but unbelievable to most Americans. Then in Spain I tackled a new language and lear...