It feels a bit like coming home after being gone for over two decades.
Shortly after my arrival in Essaouira, I take in the scents, sounds, and familiar tastes and allow myself to get lost in the city the 9-year-old me, had so deeply connected with.
Wondering around the medina and markets, I take in the life that happens in the streets and little alleyways and the gorgeous architecture of this medieval city.
Old memories immediately come back to life and it feels as if I have never really left this country.
Even though I never learned Arabic, there is a strange sense of familiarity when I listen to the conversations in the Medinas and try to pick out some familiar sounds and words I know.
Nostalgia rises up in me and I am truly content to finally have returned to a culture that I to some extent inherited aside from the one my parents showed me.
The old fortified city of Essaouira radiates a very special mystical charm to its visitors. Especially in the harbor, it is great fun as a spectator to observe the lively goings-on of the fishermen, who are caught up in their daily routines.
