I must admit traveling through Morocco can be quite overwhelming. The minute you step off the boat, you know you have arrived somewhere very different. Dusty towns, bustling markets, aggressive taxi-drivers, the sound of the call to prayer, women covered in veils and intense looks from every direction certainly make for a mind opening experience. The most interesting and my favorite part, was getting lost in the medina, especially in Fez. The incredible maze of nine thousand twisting alleys and blind turns crammed with shops, restaurants and mosques takes you back to the “medieval times”. I strolled through the shady streets, brushing against people and overloaded donkeys, passing hundreds of workshops piled with intricately woven rugs, colorful ceramics, embroidery, woodwork and ornate jewelry. I followed the exotic smells of mint and spices, and wanting to escape the constant attention of the shopkeepers, I sat down on little doorstep in a side alley and watched the day unfurl in front of me, with the fingers of sunlight threading their way into the busy market …