“Well, at least I didn't leave saddle-sore”
I felt like I was in my own tiny ranch house, totally alone, and I didn’t have to do any ranch work to enjoy it. Coming from Marrakech, it was the perfect antidote. The dog instantly became my best friend, and we walked up the hill at sunrise while Yazzine was still sleeping. A large herd of goats climbed the hill opposite in the morning, and it looked cinematic. I had breakfast beside two dozen red roses, something you don’t see every day. The only downside was that you really need your own transport to get here—at least a bicycle—because there’s no public transport and it’s too far to walk. I found that out too late, when the sun was already setting. Someone on a moto can probably give you a ride; this is Morocco, so don’t despair. There really isn’t horseback riding available, which I had expected, and I came hoping to ride. C’est la vie. The place could use a return to its equestrian roots; there are saddles, but they’re suspiciously dusty. Giddy up, Yazzine!
Michael4 days ago