The journey to Morocco began with a crossing, not just of borders, but of states of being. I arrived in Casablanca a day ahead of my family, carrying the dust of Kenya and a weariness that had settled deep in my bones. Under the weather and craving stillness, I retreated into the sanctuary of my hotel. There, a hot shower, a quiet meal of soul-warming Moroccan spices, and a heavy dose of vitamin C served as my initiation. I crashed into a deep sleep, waking the next morning r