In some Muslim countries Sunday is just a normal work day. But here in Morocco it is a day of rest just like at home. That means all the city dwellers from Marrakech (and a smattering of tourists) head for the cool air and laid back ambiance of villages like Siti Fatma in the High Atlas. Amanda and I spent a truly relaxing day with Abdellah there today. I went for a hike in the mountains while Amanda sat by the river “zoning out” as she called it. We also had a peaceful lunch there.
Here’s a little photo blog that simply does not do justice to the place.
Sometimes you just have to force yourself to leave the tranquility of the Kasbah Omar.
The river at Siti Fatma.
Cool drinks chilled by snow melt coming from the mountains.
Walking along the river.
Please. Come in. Relax.
Preparing tagines for lunch.
Siti Fatma from above (during my hike up the mountain).
Looks like fun, eh?
My Berber guide during the hike. Sometimes he thought I was an old woman. Sometimes I did too.
At the apex of our hike. Abdellah looking fresh as a daisy. Me trying to disguise sheer and utter exhaustion.
The village of Siti Fatma
A donkey gets new shoes.
Outdoor living rooms for miles!
Where we had lunch.
Cherries in season. This is a Moroccan Cherry Coke I suppose.
Entertainment by the local Berber people.
Ah, and then back to the Kasbah Omar.
My nap awaits.