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Gian pulled out all the stops for our final breakfast in Morocco. After a week of waking up to a beautiful spread made for us, we weren't sure how we'd fare when we transitioned back into regular life (though to our credit, we've made an effort to wake up early and make breakfast for ourselves — though a much less luxurious breakfast — every day since arriving home).

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We spent our final afternoon wandering around the Jardin Majorelle. This was one of the most popular sites we visited and for good reason: the brightly colored buildings, lush plants, and sparkling pools of water were stunning. 

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Yves St. Laurent and Pierre Bergé bought the garden in 1980. After he died in 2008, the ashes of Yves St. Laurent were scattered in the rose garden and a memorial was resurrected on site. 

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Starting in the 1970s, Yves St. Laurant made a collage out of the word "love" each year, which he would send to his friends and clients as a New Year's greeting. All of the iterations of these love collages are housed in a gallery at the garden. 

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Spending our last day in Marrakech in such a tranquil setting was the perfect way to wrap up our Moroccan experience. 

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We thought it would be nice to have our final meal in the city in the same restaurant where we had our first meal in the city, so we returned to Le Marrakchi to get our last rooftop view of the square below. After a week of eating Moroccan food I both loved it and needed a break from it, so I ordered spaghetti. Our waiter executed perfect form when pouring our mint tea. 

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Finally (and by finally I mean way too soon), it was time to say goodbye. Goodbye to Caroline the house turtle. Goodbye to Gian, our extraordinary housekeeper. Goodbye to Marrakech, the magical city that housed us for the most adventurous week of our lives. Mike gave us one final adventure when he left his carry-on bag in the car and our driver left with it, but after some impressive action movie-style sprinting through moving cars, he was able to retrieve it. We still had a long trip ahead of us with a layover in Amsterdam before returning to Portland. We also had several days if not a full week of jet lag waiting for us there, so it would be awhile before the honeymoon felt really "over." But our physical time in Morocco was coming to an end and I know we both wished we could have stayed much longer. This was the biggest adventure of my life and an absolutely magical experience I was so happy to share with my darling husband, the sweet love of my life. 

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