Sunday, April 11, 2010
The next day, we hired a taxi driver for a day of exploring nearby sites. It was a hot, cloudless day, and our first stop was Volubilis. Only a handful of other visitors were exploring the Roman ruins with us. As we poked around the remains of a city that once housed twenty thousand people, green spotted lizards darted away as we turned each corner.
Mohit bought a hat from a vendor prowling the outskirts. We’re calling it his Jason Mraz hat.
We left Volubilis and drove through the countryside, up a rutted winding road into the hillsides of fig and olives trees, surrounded below by fields of wheat. We passed an old man in white clothes and a white cap riding a donkey side saddle. As we approached Moulay Idriss, Morocco’s holiest city, the hillside was paved in white gravestones, all oriented toward Mecca. Our taxi driver told us that people who cannot afford the pilgrimage to Mecca make a trip to Moulay Idriss instead.