168 hours in Morocco.

During the first week of April I left for Morocco. The land of the setting sun, the land of beautiful colors and smells, the land full of purity.

On the plane.

3 hours in the plane with crying children and people sitting next to you who need to go to the toilet every 5 minutes. Looking out the window I see that we are flying above the Mediterranean Sea, another 45 minutes and we would arrive in Nador. I watch the hour full of impatience.