Head of the office I went into an unusually good mood. You bet! All reports are dealt, no grandiose projects are not expected, but in my hand a signed application for the whole month of vacation! And although sweet start "doing nothing" was still a week – I flew on the wings and dreamed of a place to go relax. Opened a search engine and plunged into a sea of offers tour operators and travel agencies. But like not only to warm their bones under some Mediterranean sun, but also to satisfy his unbridled craving for the unknown and the beautiful. So …
decided – the next two weeks I spend in this kingdom far away, where the gold sand merges with the sky-blue satin Atlantic, where majestic mountains, like a guard, protect from the heat of the city where vast stretches the Sahara Desert is dead … I'm going to rest in Morocco – a country with an amazing original rich culture, bringing together a civilization of Europe, the wisdom of the East African and primitive. No sooner said than done. And here I am in this Eastern tale – they fill their bags at room swimsuit in hand – and forward to the beach! Sea, sun, air, and the eternal high … Two days later, still decided to get into town, walk to local shops and markets – keep an eye on something for themselves, and along with gifts for their pets, friends and acquaintances – Orders and requests such as "Bring it, bring it" has been set, but I was determined – no custom gift … only surprises! In the market was dominated by the usual place for such a bustle and crush.
Motley rows of stalls and stalls am drawn infinite string. What's there just was not there! Yes … it seems that the choice of gifts in Morocco – is not easy and not fast …