Marrkech: stork season, snow on the mountains, peaceful courtyards and SO MUCH tea, museums and palaces and tombs, absolute fucking chaos in the square, testing my sense of direction (still 💯) and zig zagging around, snacks and cats, four hundred pictures of doorways, REALLY OLD FUCKING THINGS EVERYWHERE, so many textures and colors and sounds. I have some advice and ideas but I’ll probably never really figure it out- which is a good metaphor for the end of my birthday trip. The world is a cool place and I’m super lucky to get to see so much of it with @darkyramone 🧡
Three days in Tangier. Roman ruins and Phoenician tombs, Portuguese and Spanish forts, French cigarettes and Moroccan food, Jewish cemeteries and Muslim calls to prayer, Arabic and Berber signs, everyone speaking Spanish, French and Arabic all in a single sentence, ten cups of espresso a day.
Chefchaouen, where I turned 40 and celebrated with mint tea watching the sunset in the mountains. Everyone here speaks Spanish and is eager to talk to us, but they’re all shocked when I tell them Kirk isn’t Moroccan. Unbelievably beautiful every second of the day.
Does fall make anyone else want to read old Burn Collector zines and listen to cap’n jazz? I’m turning 40 soon but I still feel like I’m the parking lot sneaking out of high school.
