It rained yesterday, non stop and quite hard...my least favourite type of day ! I was travelling with a tour group in Fes and we had a cooking class scheduled to be held outside by the pool at Riad Salam...well that was well and truly a wash out. The fabulous hotel staff moved furniture around and the class took place as planned but inside a very glamourous salon, not an easy feat seeing the class was for 40 people.
This recent desert sunset was the most beautiful I have experienced in my now many beloved trips out to the wondrous Sahara. The best sunsets are for me in rosy pink hues and this epic one was so glorious. I always try to be on a rooftop at sunset and of course the mud brick buildings are few and far between and low rise . For now, there are no ugly high rise impediments blocking the views of the endless Moroccan skies over the seemingly endless sandy dunes.
These are two fruits that I sort of didn’t love when I lived in Australia. I didn’t buy them or cook with them...but things have changed and dramatically. I think I could possibly eat them all day every day. In Morocco the quince is used in savoury dishes and when served with slow cooked beef in a tagine it is culinary paradise. Figs are served fresh here, as is, ripe from the tree, green or black...not drizzled with anything, no cheese on the side, not heated or grilled and that for me is the bestever dessert from Mother Nature !
I watched the sweetest child yesterday feeding a little handful of grass to a friendly hungry goat and it just reinforced to me how important these tiny interactions are. It’s so important for children to love and respect animals and to learn about their care. People may come and go in our lives but our pets are a constant, offering unconditional loyalty and love .
I rode 60 kms amongst this great scenery enjoying the peace and tranquility..The only noise really is from the quacking and squabbling of ducks and from farm machinery. The farms are mainly small holdings and at the moment grass is being harvested to be food for cattle over winter. The windmills in the photos are from the Unesco World Heritage site called Kinderdijk where we spent the morning.
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