Morocco

Morocco assaulted my senses in the best way possible. The maze-like medinas of Marrakech, where shafts of light cut through spice-laden air. The Sahara's endless silence, broken only by wind sculpting dunes into temporary art. Blue-washed Chefchaouen, where every alley became a study in shadow and cobalt. I learned that some places don't just occupy space—they inhabit you, changing how you see color, light, and life itself.