Morocco, Spain, and Portugal Day 7: Tangier

I love languages, and Morocco has been such a delight for me. I’ve been able to use my French quite a bit, since it’s widely taught and spoken here. I’ve even dipped into my Italian with the many Italian tourists around. And our tour director is Spanish—such a treat, because I love the sound of beautiful Castilian Spanish.

I keep wondering how Morocco will change in the coming years. One thing you still experience here—much less common in other countries now—is bargaining over prices. I can do it well, but sometimes you just want to buy something without spending five minutes negotiating. There have even been moments when I’ve thought, “Oh, I’d love to have that,” but didn’t feel like going through the whole process to get it.

I first came to Morocco nearly 50 years ago when I was in college. Walking around Tangiers this time, I found myself searching for something familiar—but it all felt entirely new. I know the beautiful boardwalk and beach lined with high-rises are recent additions, but even the medina, with all its charm, didn’t stir any recognition.

Still, it’s a stunning city—layered with a rich blend of cultures. As you wander its streets, you hear Spanish, French, and Arabic all around you, each one adding to the city’s unique rhythm.

The food is amazing too. I loved the Pastilla I had eaten in Rabat so much that I ordered it again, but most people had fish.