A Valentine's Week in Morocco

Meeting my girlfriend at CDG airport on February 6th felt like the best early Valentine’s gift ever. We were both buzzing with excitement as we boarded our flight to Marrakesh — nothing says romance quite like jetting off to Morocco together for Valentine’s week.

Marrakesh welcomed us with its famous chaos and color. We spent four days getting lost in the medina, sipping mint tea in hidden courtyards, and eating tagine at every chance we got. The souks were overwhelming in the best way possible — I think we bought half the leather goods in there. Evenings on Jemaa el-Fnaa square, watching the performers and eating couscous, were absolutely magical.

Fes was a different vibe entirely. Older, more atmospheric, with a spiritual energy I wasn’t expecting. We wandered through the ancient carless streets, visited a few of those stunning medersas, and I may have gotten slightly (okay, totally) lost trying to find our riad. But those wrong turns led us to the best falafel stand of the entire trip, so I’m not complaining.

Casablanca brought us to the famous Rick’s Cafe — yes, that Rick’s Cafe. Walking through those doors felt like stepping into an old movie. We sat there, sipping cocktails, watching the musicians play, and I remember thinking how perfect the whole trip had been. It was a fantastical end to an incredible week. Flying out on February 15th was bittersweet. Ten days together in Morocco, battling the medina chaos, eating way too many keftas, and falling even more in love with both the country and each other. It was a Valentine’s to remember.