Oh, Morocco. you stole my heart but also gave it anxiety getting me lost in medinas and having to deal with harassment and the fools who tried to hustle me (a pity, because they didn't know I was a student traveller, as frugal as they come!). you stole it with your natural beauty, with the inspirational progressive movements made by women I personally saw in Chefchaoeun, Fes and Marrakech. BUT your way of selfless hospitality and your way with spices? those are the things that left me falling hard. alleys drenched in smells of cumin & ras el hanout. dishes laced in a mystical earthiness I cannot describe but can still feel.