Unexpected emotional depth in Morocco

I thought I was going to Morocco for beaches, food, and Jemaa el-Fna square. I got all of those things. What I didn't expect was how emotionally affecting the trip would be. The history — particularly around Essaouira — hit in ways that good travel sometimes does.

Sahara Desert experience was the moment that crystallised it. Standing there, eating msemen I'd bought from a street vendor, something clicked about why travel matters. 5 days and I came home genuinely changed. Some places do that to you.