The city of Fez, Morocco is unlike any place I have travelled to before. Built in the year 789, this city bled history that I cannot even fathom. From the mosques that were so beautifully elaborate in detail, to the bustling medina with streets so narrow you had to turn sideways to walk down, every aspect of this city was intoxicating. This photo was one of the first photos I took after leaving our riad and heading into the heart of the medina. As we walked through the streets, the hot desert sun spilt onto the stone walls, bathing them in warm light. People went about their everyday lives, walking to and from the markets carrying food and spices. In this moment, I remember feeling like I had never been so far away from home before; not in distance necessarily, but in culture. Everything here felt beautifully alien: the language, the clothing, the architecture. Nothing was familiar.
I think people are often hesitant to travel because they’re scared of experiencing this feeling. As we continued to walk through the streets and pass by scenes exactly like this one, however, it showed me that the simplicity of ordinary life is the same no matter where you go. No matter how strange and wonderful the surroundings may seem to you, people are all just trying to live the life that is happiest for themselves and their family. Having experienced moments like this myself, I really believe that the more you surround yourself with a culture and the more people you meet, even the most distant places will start to feel like home.