How do you say good-bye to a place that has captured your heart so fully and completely? A place where romantic French is the most common language after Arabic, a place where birdsong echoes in the country air, and mad chaos in the medina? A place where the most delicious chicken served in its own little cooking pot, the tajine is served in every restaurant; a place where it is warm enough to walk around almost naked at midnight (not that I do), a place where we have felt welcomed, relaxed, and fully captivated by the people and their ways.
After spending our last two days at the night market and touring around, we agreed that some of our favourite experiences were:
haggling with persistent shop keepers who refused to take "no" for an answer, then when we walked away, would call us back, only to try to get us to accept a higher price. Once we stood our ground, they usually came down to our price, or perhaps we came up very slightly, they acted like we had just royally ripped them off. We kept our senses of humour, thanked them, shook their hands, smiling all the while, as they shook their heads in disgust.
Having one of the shopkeepers wrap a scarf around my head Arab style. So much fun, how could I not buy it after this?
Appreciating the creative ways that things were displayed.
And always a delicious meal!
Good-bye to beautiful buildings
Wide boulevards
And herds of camels on almost every corner. We will miss you, but we promise to come back and explore more of your glorious country!
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