Living In the Moment

One of the joys of traveling is that because everything is new, it’s natural to be more present and open to what’s happening around us. But to be present in this way also requires slowing down. Here in Morocco where there is so much to see, I’m grateful to have enough time to slow down and just experience life. Though I started out yesterday afternoon as a tourist with a nice haircut, it turned out to be the richest day I’ve had here thus far.

After leaving the hair salon, I took the short walk to the corniche along the beach as the muezzin called the faithful to prayer, and waited to hail a taxi to the medina. On the narrow strip of grass sandwiched between the busy boulevard and the paved sidewalk, a man stood barefoot on an old piece of cloth. At first I thought he was talking to himself, but then I realized he was facing Mecca and praying. He prostrated himself several times, lost in devotion as the traffic whizzed by. In the U.S. we would think the man is crazy; here, it’s just life.

1788 letter from the Sultan of Morocco to George Washington, offering friendship along with free passage of American ships in the Mediterranean

My second mission for the day: A visit to the American Legation, a small museum in the medina and the site of the oldest American diplomatic presence in the world. Getting to the Legation is an exercise in orienteering. Travel books tell you how to get there, but despite my having walked through the Tangier medina several times, the instructions were useless. I never would have found it without Google Maps on my phone and many wrong turns. Were I to attempt a second visit, it would still be difficult for me to find.

The Legation is the only National Historic Landmark outside of the United States. Morocco was the first country to acknowledge American independence in 1777, long before our revolutionary war was over. The history housed in this former mansion is fascinating, and even includes a letter from George Washington acknowledging the Sultan’s offer to establish economic relations.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhen I was done at the Legation, I attempted to leave the medina for my third and final exciting mission for the day: Finding a place to do my laundry.  I knew that to get out, I needed to head toward the water. I followed the warren of narrow alleys downhill, but couldn’t identify a clear exit route (of course I could have used Google Maps again, but that wouldn’t have been any fun). I passed a beautiful old door and took a photo. A few minutes later, I passed the same door again! And then I found myself back in front of the Legation. Frustrated yet amused, I managed to work my way to an open area called petit socco. Now I was tired, so I sat at the cafe there and ordered an espresso with milk.

And here with a delicious coffee, something shifted for me. I watched life go by: An enormous group of Spanish tourists, led by a guide in a djellaba, gathered in front of me. Men carrying pendants, scarves, plates, jewelry, and wooden camels came around, hawking their wares to the tourists. An older American couple sat down next to me. The man ordered a beer. A vendor offered them leather belts that I knew were worth at most $3, and they bought one for $10. Now more hawkers came around, vultures gathering around this fresh meat.

Through all of this I sat, feeling an incredible sense of calm. I was just enjoying the show. Eventually someone noticed me and showed me some chotchkes. Before, I would have felt defensive and shooed him away; today I was completely relaxed. I admired his wares, and kindly said, “They are beautiful, but I’m not shopping today. Maybe I’ll see you again later, inshallah.” He replied, “inshallah” and moved on.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnother man came over, offering me a small, solid-brass camel. I picked it up, admired its heft, and politely declined. The Americans had now bought several overpriced souvenirs and were complaining to the hawkers that they had no more money. The husband gave me a tired smile and said, “You may as well buy it, you won’t be able to do it tomorrow.” I replied, “Actually, I can buy it tomorrow.” The hawker overheard this, assumed I was living here, and his attitude toward me changed completely. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you,” he said. “I’m just trying to make a living.” I smiled and told him it was fine, don’t worry about it. And he left.

Eventually I got up, paid for my coffee, and started my walk down the now-obvious road out. I passed a man sitting outside his jewelry shop. He asked, “Where is your wife today?” I knew his face but couldn’t place it, and he reminded me of our visit to his shop a few days ago. This time, he never asked me to go inside. We talked for about 10 minutes and then parted warmly.

Today I went back to the same cafe. The hawker with the brass camel happily recognized me, and we exchanged pleasantries. This is why I appreciate Morocco, and why I would like to try living abroad for a while, somewhere. To get to know a place and its people, to feel a sense of community, if only for an afternoon. Even in the middle of the medina, where tourists are often nothing more than income on two feet, it’s possible.

11 thoughts on “Living In the Moment”

  1. Is the reason for the vendors quoting high prices is that they EXPECT people to bargain? Most Moroccan vendors I spoke to quoted prices about double what they expected to get. Bargaining is a way of life in Morocco.

    1. Absolutely, bargaining is expected. And sometimes they quote far more than double what they would accept, though not always. We had one guy ask about $20 for something, and eventually was willing to sell it for $3. We still didn’t want it though 🙂

  2. Loving your blogs and pictures Mike. Went to Alamo with Jill today where we both bought a carpetbag backpack for our trip to Morocco in November. The we had lunch with another travel companion who told up to be sure not to drink the water or Ice – to stick with bottled water. She also said to wear only tops with sleeves. Is this all true?

    1. In the cities people say the water is fine but just to be safe we have been sticking with bottled water for drinking, but we no longer worry about rinsing our toothbrushes etc. Ice in a decent restaurant is usually made from filtered water so it’s OK too. We carry Purell napkins and gel with us and we use them whenever we sit down to eat, but we brought WAY too many so you can have some of ours!

      As far as dress, we read that too but it won’t be an issue. Bring a shawl in case you need to cover up somewhere like the Great Mosque in Casablanca, but so far our experience is that no one cares what tourist wear. Again, in the country it might be different, but the people have been much more tolerant than we read back in the States. Here in Marrakech anything goes- lots of young westerners wearing miniskirts, which locals never wear. Yvonne often wears 3/4 length pants which are comfy yet appropriate. She’s wishing she brought more tank tops. I wish I’d brought more shorts. When we get to the mountains in a few weeks we’ll have a better sense of things there.

  3. What a wonderful experience. It’s nice to transcend the tourist level, and just enjoy the surroundings. Hope that Yvonne isn’t working too hard. A bientot! Billie

  4. I loved this blog Mike. I can remember feeling just the way you did- being in a place long enough to enjoy community- noticing the details. Keep it up!!

  5. Did you ever do the laundry?
    Warren and I are enjoying your adventurous stories, reading them in Columbia.

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