Morocco is exactly what I had pictured in my head: dry, brown, desert, tents, buildings made of clay, towns with narrow alleyways, crowded, shops, shops, shops. I’ve gotten “lost” in every medina I have entered, but it’s okay because there are exits everywhere. When I see something I like in a shop I get it right then because I know I will never find that shop again. The Sahara Desert was vast, and very hot. I think the image of the Sahara was romanticized too much in films but they never mentioned all the camel poop everywhere…and I mean everywhere! Essaouira turned out to be my favorite. It is by the coast, which means cooler temperature and all the fresh fish I want. There’s also a bit of a bohemian atmosphere with many artists displaying their works. Out of all the places I have visited in this country, the culture here in Essaouira is a little more relaxed making it easier for one (especially a woman) to travel.