We are city folk.
We were both born and raised in various metropolises. When we came here, from one city to another, it was with a sense of relief and disappointment. Although our Moroccan city is a small city in comparison to Seattle (about 1/4 the population), it’s still a city. Definitely not a town or a village.
However, even though we are still city-ing, our little city happens to be surrounded by fields and forests. Unfortunate for our allergies, but very fortunate for our adventures!
Every Sunday, hundreds of people flock to the outskirts of town to have a humongous picnic party in the forest. It’s amazing. I thought I knew how picnics worked before—but Moroccan picnics are a whole ‘nother world. NEVER AGAIN will I think that a slapped-together sandwich eaten on a blanket is sufficient. Here, everyone lugs full-on kitchens to the forest! Butagas burners, giant trays of hot couscous and veggies, entire tea sets, kaskrut delights like meloui and harcha, and endless sweet bites. I think our group ended up with five or six cakes!
A different forest excursion on another day: our mudir’s sons took us for a different kind of picnic—but just as awesome. We made a fire and assembled a tagine from scratch.
We’re still exploring the edges of our city! We’ve discovered the rolling farm fields, the leafy green forest, and these frolic-able flower meadows:
And we know there’s so much more to find…