We arrive in the medina and our host Mohamed met us. He snakes us through alleyways and explains the numbers and signs to get us in and out. A maze of confuse after a long sleepless flight is all it seems. We come to a short old door with no markings. This will be our home. After a conversation with Mohamed we decide a nap is in order. When we awake its time for our first meal, cooked by Mohamed himself. It is a pork tagine. Cooked in a clay pot the meat and veggies mingle together to create a beautiful tender and tasty dish. A few glasses of wine and dessert leaves us with only the Moroccan staple left for dinner, the mint tea. A sugar water boiled then poured over fresh mint leaves. It is quite good. After dinner we make way to the square. Jamaa el Fna is the local market and meeting place. Packed full of pushy locals trying to sell everything from lanterns to kebabs.
More to come.
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