(The next post in our Travel Month series. Read the others here.). Guys, it’s hot today. Like really hot. Having just checked my thermostat, my balmy working conditions of 29 degrees inside my living room is preventing me slightly from coming up with coherent sentences. And words. Words are hard. Hilariously, London right now is about 8 degrees warmer than it was when we visited the Riad Kniza in Marrakech back in May, and with considerably more sunshine than we experienced in the typically-scorching country. Call us (un)lucky that we missed the heat. But consider us very lucky that we stumbled upon the beautiful, charming Riad Kniza* for our stay in Marrakech’s Medina.
I had sworn off all scratchy, synthetic materials. I had declared I would stop buying high street anything unless it was (nearly) 100% cotton, linen or silk. Yep, I said that — and then I found this lemon print dress in H&M. For months, I had been searching high and low for a floaty, romantic dress to wear for our Marrakech trip. And it was found in lemons — material-snobbery be damned.
See Part 1 of our Marrakech trip posts here. Our stay at the beautiful Hotel Capaldi was by fortuitous accident. When we booked our Marrakech trip, we had done just that: booked 3 nights in Marrakech. However, when flight prices skyrocketed overnight (thanks, British bank holidays), we were forced to travel a day earlier than planned. Woe was definitely us, for we decided to skip the bustling city for that one extra night in favour of a sun, tranquillity and nature walks out in the Atlas Mountains.
Well, we got some of those things. But not all.
Today, Stag and are (will be, as I’m writing this) in Marrakech. A much-needed holiday for the two of us, we’ve been looking forward to this trip for quite some time. More importantly, however, visiting Morocco marks the completion of a Life Goal for me: to see 25 countries before I turn 30. Hello Number 25, you beautiful thing you.
Would you consider yourself more of an introvert or an extrovert? While I know it’s difficult to pin people neatly into specific categories (although it does make life easier, doesn’t it), I can comfortably say I am an ‘Introverted Extrovert.’ A Former pure Extrovert, my slow descent into Adulthood has seen me relish the comforts of nights in, pyjamas and regular unsocial events. However, what contradicts all of this ‘alone’ time is that usually I want Stag around for all of it. Deep down, I am my best, most motivated self when I am around others. And while I am so happy I’ve found a Life Partner who brings me joy and confidence, there are the occasional times when I’m — gasp — left alone. Such as this upcoming bank holiday weekend.