I’ve written it before. I never intended to stay in Morocco longer than a week or two – maybe a month at best. And yet – here I am. Three years with my wife, a sweet little half-Moroccan daughter and sometimes it feels like I’ll never be able to get out of this country…
But, how did I get here? I left Hawaii and traveled across the USA by train before going to Spain on what I thought was going to be a trip around the world (I still haven’t made it all the way around unless you count that trip in 2001 that took me from Thailand to Canada)
People kept telling me I had to go to Morocco…and here I am.
Initial Impressions of Fes (Fez)
I find myself missing her more than I thought I would
I return to her and we get engaged
My Fiance Begins to Teach Me About Morocco
I learn that Morocco is Boring
My Shoes and the Cobbler of Sefrou
I learn about Moroccan Transport
I realize how weird I really am
A longer trip – but not such a great one
And I left again …but again I returned to her.
Coming back to Morocco – Again
And I left again…
Then her sister got engages to a foreigner too, we’re like a virus
I try to settle in and have a life in Morocco
Things seem to be getting better in Morocco for me
I try to make Sefrou my home by learning about it
My favorite holiday doesn’t exist here
It starts to get cold in Sefrou
I try to find my place in Morocco
Looking for things to read in Sefrou
I watch Casablanca Again with different eyes
The cards the kids play with are tarot in Morocco
Visiting Moulay Idris with my fiance
Hosting Couchchsurfers in Morocco – Bruce Lee
Marriage in Morocco is a nightmare
Awful Moroccan Wedding Customs
Moving with my wife to Fez - The Vagobonds
Some random observations of Morocco
Our Sahara Nomad Wedding – Part 1
Our Sahara Nomad Wedding – Part 2
Our Sahara Nomad Wedding – Part 3
Our Sahara Nomad Wedding – Part 4
Our Sahara Nomad Wedding – Part 5
Our Sahara Nomad Wedding – Part 6
At this point my bitchy co-worker and next door neighbor told me that my boss at the English school was going to fire me and since I was trying to prep for classes and get the psots about our wedding up and trying to adjust to married life – I screwed up and posted a journal entry that said I was going to destroy the reputations of my boss and the school if they dared to fire me – it was agreed that a resignation would be best since they hadn’t actually been intending to fire me. Oops.
The Cherry Festival of Sefrou part 2
A trip to Tangier (I’ll leave the gun at home William S. Burroughs!)
Ramadan with a Shepherd’s Family
The Vagobaby is Coming – Back to Morocco
Actually, my wife went back and I traveled a bit while she visited with family. I was still hoping we could stay in Turkey but with our first baby on the way – it was best for her to be back in her own country.
Life is changing rapidly for us
Time and Money in Morocco – our big fights
Schweeya bi scweeya in Morocco
The Vagobaby - Introducing Sophia
Dragging my family to Turkey Again
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About Vago Damitio
Vago Damitio (@vagodamitio) is the Editor-in-Chief for Vagobond. He jumped ship from a sinking dotcom in 2000 and decided to reclaim his most valuable commodity, time. He bought a VW bus for $100, moved into it and set out on a journey to show the world that it was possible to live life on your own terms. That journey took him from waking up under icy blankets in the Pacific Northwest to waking up under palm tress in Southeast Asia. Three years later, his first book, Rough Living: Tips and Tales of a Vagabond was published. After diving into the Anthropology of Tourism and Electronic Anthropology at the University of Hawaii (with undeclared minors in film and surf) he hit the road again in 2008. Since that time,he's lived primarily in Morocco and Turkey, married a Moroccan girl he couchsurfed with, and become a proud father. He's been to more than 40 countries, founded a successful online travel magazine (this one!), and still doesn't have a boss. Life is good. You can also find him on Google+ and at Facebook