Postcards from Morocco. Coffee and the Soul of the Desert

Written by Sherry

This was my first time in Morocco, and my first time seeing a desert.

I brewed my first cup before sunrise. The dunes were still cool, the sky not yet fully light. It felt like the right place to slow down. Morocco moves at its own pace. The medinas are crowded and full of life. The desert is the opposite. Out there, the mornings are genuinely still. No traffic, no notifications. Just sand, light, and whatever you brought with you.

I had a drip bag in my bag. Hot water from a thermos, a glass mug from the riad. Three to four minutes, and the coffee tasted exactly like it does at home. Familiarity in an unfamiliar place.

We spent two days in the dunes. Walking in the morning, reading in the afternoon, watching the light change colour as the sun went down. Marrakech was different. The souks, the Majorelle Garden, and cats on every street corner unbothered by anyone. Each place is worth at least one morning.