We're sleeping high above all of the activity that's about to erupt down in the old town square – Jemma el Fna. Well, we were sleeping. The abrupt, 5:00 a.m. call to prayer has, just minutes ago, made us hit the roof, so today – like every other day – we're jumping out of bed and getting some work done before breakfast. We've settled into a pattern... a regimen that provides a sense of semi-sanity in the newness and chaos that is Marrakech.
Being so close to the mayhem, we'll soon start to hear and smell the city come to life. The shrill – and not so hypnotic – sound of the snake charmers' instruments, the random beating of drums, the cadence of vendors' coins being rattled and, eventually, the truly hypnotic aroma of incense and tagine-housed Moroccan cuisine.
Things are intense. It's been a long time since we've had this extreme of a travel rush. It's a welcome reminder of the joy of travel.
Here's why we do it – this is why "traveling deliriously" is a cornerstone of our No Vacation Required lifestyle:
Few things in life rival what can unfold between the time we leave our room early in the morning...
...and return again, exhausted, late in the evening.
It doesn't matter where we are or whether or not we are loving it or despising it. To have the freedom to explore – to let a day of whirlwind surprises and discoveries unfold – is the joy of travel.
In a few minutes, stomachs full from our carb-laden breakfast, we'll leave the serenity of our riad. Who knows what will happen. Yesterday alone we were mesmerized by the robust flavors of a simple vegetable couscous, electrified by the oddly alluring uncertainty of being lost in the streets of the old city and taken aback by a couple of especially determined drug dealers who wouldn't accept "no" for an answer.
Whatever happens today, we'll be a little bit different when we again plop down on that bed and – minds racing – attempt to fall asleep amidst the eerie and, at that hour, clamorous final call to prayer. Only to do it all over again tomorrow at 5:00 a.m.