A Road to Remember.

The morning began the way some of my favorite travel days do… coffee in hand, anticipation buzzing in the air. There's something comforting about settling into a seat, watching the landscape shift as the world passes by your window. Of course, this is another long travel day.

Our first stop was a return to Moroccan craftsmanship, this time at a local business where embroidery and carpet weaving are more than art—they’re legacy. We were welcomed into a beautiful workshop that felt warm and genuine, not just in its décor but in its spirit. As we listened to stories of patterns passed down through generations, we were gifted a napkin souvenir—one that just happened to match the designs we had purchased earlier in the trip. A small detail, but one that felt deeply personal.

These moments—intimate, unscripted, rooted in tradition—are exactly why I love Adventures by Disney. Their commitment to supporting small, local artisans instead of steering guests toward generic mega-vendors is what sets them apart. They don’t just take you to a country; they introduce you to its people.

From there, we made our way toward one of Morocco’s most striking sights: Aït Benhaddou. Rising like a mirage from the dusty earth, this ancient ksar—its red mudbrick walls glowing in the morning light—was nothing short of cinematic. (And no surprise, really—it has starred in its fair share of films.) But what struck me most was something wonderfully familiar.

For Disney lovers, Aït Benhaddou may spark a sense of déjà vu. That’s because it was one of the key inspirations when the Kingdom of Morocco helped design the Morocco Pavilion at Epcot. Seeing it in person—the textures, the colors, the architectural details—it felt like walking through the real-life version of something I’d admired in World Showcase for years. Only this time, it wasn’t curated. It was alive.

Into the Atlas

Leaving Aït Benhaddou behind, we began our winding ascent into the majestic Atlas Mountains. The road ahead was both breathtaking and, at times, a little nerve-wracking. The kind of mountain passes where looking out the window felt more like an adrenaline sport than a sightseeing opportunity. Let’s just say: if you’re afraid of heights, maybe stay focused on your snack bag.

Fortunately, Adventures by Disney doesn’t leave you to white-knuckle it alone. Our expert drivers navigated the twists and turns with calm confidence, and the team kept us entertained and well-fed—key distractions when sheer drop-offs are part of the itinerary.

Lunch that day was something delightfully unexpected: Moroccan pizzas. Picture a flaky, golden crust filled with savory spiced meat, olives, and vegetables—like a cross between a calzone and a dream. It was hearty, flavorful, and somehow hit the exact spot after a morning of motion and mountain air.

At one point, we did have to make a detour due to a mudslide that blocked part of the original route. It was a reminder that nature still rules the mountains here, and plans bend accordingly. But honestly, the detour added to the spirit of adventure. This wasn’t a trip of perfectly paved highways and sterile stops—it was immersive, unpredictable, and real.

The Road to Red

As we descended from the rugged Atlas peaks and neared the outskirts of Marrakech, the scenery began to shift. The wide, open desert roads gave way to more polished streets and increasingly elegant homes—villas in warm terracotta hues, framed by palms and flowering vines, each one more beautiful than the last. It was as if the city was gradually rolling out a red carpet made of architecture.

Our guide, Mustapha, lit up as we drew closer. His voice, always warm and animated, took on a new kind of energy—pride. This wasn’t just another destination for him; this was home. After days of storytelling about Morocco’s history, culture, and traditions, he was now about to share his own city with us. There’s something incredibly special about seeing a place through the eyes of someone who lives and loves it.

Before diving into the vibrant heart of the city, we took a scenic drive through Marrakech's must-see landmarks—a sort of teaser reel of what was to come. The legendary Koutoubia Mosque rose in the distance, its minaret standing like a proud exclamation point against the sky. The ancient city walls, the bustling Jemaa el-Fnaa square, and the lush hints of hidden gardens all made their appearances from our windows, each flashing past like postcards in motion.

While we toured a stunning local palace, wandering through its intricate tilework and sun-dappled courtyards, Adventures by Disney was working their quiet magic in the background. Our luggage had already been delivered directly to our hotel rooms—no waiting, no hauling suitcases through lobbies after a full day on the road. It’s a small detail, but it makes all the difference. By the time we arrived, we could head straight to our rooms, freshen up, and shift effortlessly from dusty traveler to polished dinner guest.

Cocktails & Camaraderie

After a full day of exploration, winding roads, and palace strolls, we found ourselves with just enough energy—and definitely enough curiosity—for one last adventure. Over the past few days, we’d grown especially close with four fellow travelers, the kind of fast friendships only travel seems to accelerate. So, we all decided to cap the evening with drinks and dinner at a spot that came highly recommended: Le Baromètre.

It did not disappoint.

From the moment we walked in, we knew we were in for something special. The cocktails? Genius. Crafted with the kind of creativity and care usually reserved for art galleries. The food? Elegant, bold, and delicious. And the atmosphere? A perfect blend of underground chic and Moroccan soul.

But let’s talk about the martini shaker sink spigot—yes, you read that right. A little faucet at the bar that looked like it came straight out of a Bond villain’s speakeasy dream. How I resisted the urge to tuck it into my bag as a "souvenir" is a mystery for the ages.

In the end, though, it wasn’t just about the ambiance or the alcohol. It was that moment at the table—thousands of miles from home, surrounded by old friends and new, sharing stories, clinking glasses, and laughing like we’d known each other for years. That’s what turns a vacation into something truly magical. Not just the places you see, but the people you share them with.

A Morning Among Gardens

The next morning began with what had quickly become one of my favorite rituals: the Moroccan breakfast buffet. And let me just say—of all the hotel spreads I’ve experienced across the globe, none compare to the offerings in Morocco. Flaky msemen drizzled with honey, fresh fruit bursting with flavor, spiced eggs, olives, cheeses, warm breads, and juices that actually taste like fruit instead of flavored sugar water. It wasn’t just breakfast—it was a celebration.

Fueled and fully caffeinated, we headed off to one of Marrakech’s most iconic and serene spaces: the Majorelle Gardenand the Berber Museum nestled within it.

Wandering through the vibrant cobalt pathways of Majorelle felt like stepping into a painting. The contrast of vivid blue walls, towering cacti, and bright yellow pots made every corner photo-worthy—but somehow it still maintained an air of peace and reverence. It’s hard to believe this tranquil oasis exists in the middle of such a bustling city.

What makes Majorelle Garden even more remarkable is the story behind its preservation. After years of neglect, the garden was saved from ruin thanks to the efforts of fashion icon Yves Saint Laurent and his partner Pierre Bergé. Their passion and dedication restored this breathtaking space to its full glory, turning it into the botanical masterpiece and cultural landmark that visitors treasure today.

The Berber Museum, tucked inside the garden complex, was equally special. A beautiful homage to Morocco’s indigenous people, it showcased stunning jewelry, textiles, tools, and clothing. Every artifact told a story, and walking through the exhibits was like being gently pulled into the rich, layered history of the Berber culture.

It was a morning of beauty—both cultivated and cultural—and a reminder that even in the midst of travel’s hustle, there are places designed to slow you down, center you, and simply let you breathe.

Marrakech Medina & Farewell

Next, we headed toward what I think most of us were eagerly anticipating: the Marrakech Medina. Before we even stepped into the medina, we experienced something that’s practically a rite of passage here—but for me, a personal nightmare: snake charmers. There’s nothing thrilling about being up close and personal with vipers and cobras, no matter how many times someone says, “they’re harmless.” We were told the fangs had been removed, and they posed no real risk. Still, no disrespect to the charmers, but I’m not about to put my life in the hands of someone without veterinary training.

I stayed back... until I looked up and realized Greg was front row, less than a foot away from a cobra. He was fascinated. I was internally writing his obituary. Yes, they may lack venom, but the instinct to strike? That’s still fully intact. When he rejoined me—completely unaware of how many lives I’d imagined flashing before my eyes—I gently reminded him that I was not quite ready to test the life insurance policy just yet.

But before diving into the hustle and bustle of the souks, we took time to experience the artistry behind the scenes. We got hands-on with local crafts, learning the delicate art of brass decorating and mosaic painting. (Full disclosure: I’m not exactly a natural painter, but trying my hand at the mosaic was a blast regardless.)But before diving into the hustle and bustle of the souks, we took time to experience the artistry behind the scenes. We got hands-on with local crafts, learning the delicate art of brass decorating and mosaic painting. (Full disclosure: I’m not exactly a natural painter, but trying my hand at the mosaic was a blast regardless.)

Once our creative juices were sufficiently taxed, it was time for some light shopping and, of course, lunch. Traveling with Greg and Shahzad means one thing for sure—we always end up at spots either wildly Instagrammable or rumored to have been graced by the likes of Kim Kardashian. Our lunch destination? Les Jardins du Lotus, which absolutely lived up to the hype.

This was, without question, the most beautiful outdoor dining experience I have ever had. Surrounded by lush greenery, delicate water features, and a serene atmosphere, it was the perfect blend of elegance and authenticity—an oasis in the heart of the city.

After lunch, we continued to explore the medina, shopping for treasures and soaking up the vibrant energy of Marrakech.

Dressed up, we arrived at another royal palace—this one dating back to the 16th century. It felt like we had been transported through time. Fires and lanterns lit our way as we stepped into an evening steeped in Moroccan culture, complete with wine, music, and henna. I never imagined I'd see Greg with any kind of ink on him, but we both ended up with matching henna tattoos—a surprisingly sentimental moment that made me smile.

Dinner was absolutely spectacular, with course after course of Moroccan delights gracing our table as laughter echoed and our new friends shared their favorite moments from the trip. And then came the slideshow—photos from throughout the journey, including the most emotional moment for me: our engagement. Seeing it replayed brought tears to my eyes, especially when we learned that we were the first engagement Robyn had ever experienced during her time with Adventures by Disney. That alone made the entire journey feel even more magical.

We said heartfelt goodbyes to many of our fellow travelers who would be departing early the next morning. For the core group—those not quite ready to let go—we had one more night to savor.

The following morning was blissful. A visit to the spa, some pool time with our new friends, and a final, personal farewell dinner brought the journey full circle. As the sun dipped over Marrakech one last time, we raised a glass not just to Morocco, but to the memories, the moments, and the magic that had found us there.