dar zahia & arabic camels

Thursday 10th of November.

One more morning to fully enjoy our garden lodge.

Lunch on the rooftop at Dar Zahia in the medina of Taroudant. The garden of Dar Zahia, that we wanted to visit after lunch was unfortunately closed due to the persistent drought. Instead we decided to take a little siesta before starting the return journey to Marrakech.

When we were on our way to the highway through the High Atlas, we drove through a small village where at that very moment a gigantic herd of arabic camels crossed the road. Carrefour des dromadaires haha.

I had to film that, so crazy cool to experience... [press below image to play]

lemon blossom

When I enter the bathroom, I imagine myself in a Moroccan courtyard garden.

The mini lemon tree that overwinters in the bathroom is now in full bloom. The Flower fragrance is superb! Nothing smells better than the blossom of the citrus tree.

ahhhh, the weekend

Friday evening. A lovely reason to be lazy.

After a crazy week at work, where things are slowly getting back to 'the new normal' and i don’t expect next week is going to be any less busy.

Today was another rainy day after weeks of sunshine. So nothing wrong with a bit of lazing around in the house, I don't have any plans for the weekend yet.

There’s not too much i like better than a long, hot bath after a long day’s work and I can easily bathe for an hour.

and then perhaps watch a good Spanish movie on TV with a drink. Cheers to the weekend!

home hammam

home hammam, a photo by wood & wool stool on Flickr.

Bathing in Moorish light, with soft Turkish towels and our bathroom becomes a kind hammam for the Marrakech feeling at home...

For a real hammam treatment, I do not have to travel far either, because we have Leaunée in my hometown.

mucket bra

mucket bra, a photo by wood & wool stool on Flickr.

In the 'new' bathroom
- a funny old bra hanger
- with a sweet new set
- peppermint / eucalyptus bath gel
- Moroccan scrub pads

A delightful retreat and it feels like a real hammam.
Like my dad used to say 'mucket bra!'