I got up really early this Sunday morning, and pulled out all the Moroccan travel books we had borrowed from the public library last weekend. As I thumped through the pages, made note of requisite "sites of interests" and keyed them into a word document, I grew increasingly vexed and frustrated. There were just too many dilapidated Ksour, grand Medinas, forts, mining ruins, gorges, wild nature, and "rugged terrains" to visit in one's lifetime, let alone a mere 11 days.
Let the cutting away begin.
I really hate this part.
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