I was unprepared for the culture shock. The tiny yellow taxi zipped through a chaotic motorway, racing my heart. Marrakech was bustling with mopeds and street merchants demanding attention. After three days of sensory overload, I found peace in the Berber villages of Imlil, where the people were warm and welcoming. I continued to Essaouira along the coast, enjoying the whitewashed walls and vibrant blue boats. Everywhere I stopped, I savored sweet, energy-replenishing tea poured from a height. From mountain to sea, each moment was unforgettable…