Morocco Prologue--a place I didn't expect to go!

How did I get here?

Pattie, Joan, and me, against the backdrop of the Atlas mountains

Morocco was not on my bucket list--but then, I didn't even HAVE a bucket list, so that's not much information. Frankly, I knew I wanted to travel, but I didn't know where I wanted to go. Or how to get there. Enter my friend Pattie.

Pattie travels. Pattie travels a lot, to a lot of interesting places, and she often goes with a company that organizes tours called Overseas Adventure Travels--OAT, which you can find here: https://www.oattravel.com

Small travel groups, no surcharge for single travelers, and the bonus? This group was entirely people that Pattie knew and/or had traveled with before. This was not me and a bunch of strangers--in fact, I was the stranger, since only Pattie knew me. Why not go? I mean, if one of my daughters had called and said "a friend asked me to go on a trip to Morocco with them" I would be the first to yell "GO!!"

So I had to take my own advice. And I did!

Usually, when I travel, I do a fair amount of reading about where I am going, trying to get at least something that I will recognize when I get there. Maybe some history of the place, maybe a Dan Brown book that is set there (you know it's a decent tour of important landmarks and tourist sites!) I might dig into some specific time period, or at least look at a Trip Advisor list of the top things to do wherever it is.

This time, I did none of that. I went in as cold as it is possible to go. I trusted that by using a tour company I would see some interesting things, and that the places we went were worth going to.

So I might seem like a bit of an idiot in the following posts--because I was! It was only towards the end of the two weeks that things started to link up together for me historically. But it wasn't a bad way to see a new country at all.

Let's get started!