For me, a lot of the time, life starts where my comfort zone ends. I try to see, do and eat my way though every Lonely Planet guide book on my shelf. I start my days at 6 am, climb mountains, pilot planes and take pictures of everything along the way. It’s amazing and exciting but it does leave you feeling that you need a holiday from your holiday. The pictures are undoubtedly worth the 5 hour trek or the 2 hours spent standing on a chunk of floating ice, in wind, rain, sub-zero temperatures while wearing a flimsy silk blouse. And it does leave you with some memorable experiences (like that time I was defrosting my wet and frozen hair with the car heater or conquered my fear of sharks, enclosed spaces and snakes in one fell swoop on a ship wreck dive).
I usually come back home exhausted, sleep deprived, starving or ill. Sometimes all at once. Which is not always great, especially if I am going straight back to the office or the studio. But while I was at Dar Ayniwen, for once, I took the opportunity to change up my pace, relax, unwind, stay a little more stationary and enjoy the view without maxing out my heart rate. I didn’t see all of he sights in Marrakesh, and I’m not sorry. I just couldn’t pass up the chance to spend a few extra hours at Dar Ayniwen, surrounded by a green oasis, filled with exotic birds and hypnotic smells, while sampling the freshest and tastiest local cuisine. Because if this isn’t the perfect Moroccan experience, I don’t know what is.