This is a travel love story.
A veteran digital nomad, Molly Koeneman, travels to Morocco and falls in love with a Moroccan boy she meets at a music festival her first week in the country. But it’s not just this boy; she falls in love with the food, the friends, and the experiences. She will make you fall in love with it all, too. Her experience traveling in Morocco was not her first as a solo traveler, but it stands out as one of her more vulnerable experiences. She came close to being assaulted several times; saw the Sahara with a much loved and much-admired cousin and lamented their weaker, familial ties; and embarked on a 12-day road trip around Morocco with her boyfriend where they talked about marriage and about buying a hostel in Meknes, but never talked about staying together.
With Morocco as the colorful, flavorful backdrop—from city to sea, desert to the mountain—Molly explores her insecurities of solo travel, her anxiety about working remotely while traveling, her hesitation to be stationery, and her uncertainty about the point of her life of travel.
Photo credit: Leah Carroll, KJ Gormley and dude.
It was the middle of the night in Chefchaouen, my Moroccan boyfriend slept a few feet away, and I was loudly shitting in the poorly insulated bathroom. I was mortified. Fat tears of shame dripped from my eyes. Then I started laughing, and I had the sudden urge to write. If my bathroom activity had woken my bedfellow, he was gentlemanly enough to pretend to stay asleep, and I spent the rest of the night on the floor in a patch of moonlight, scribbling down a love story that was us, that was my three month-stay in Morocco, that was me.
I am excited to share the yet-to-be-titled travel memoir I started that night in Chefchaouen. My experience traveling in Morocco was not my first as a solo-traveling digital nomad, but it stands out in my memory as one of my more vulnerable experiences. I came close to being assaulted several times; I saw the Sahara with a much loved and much-admired cousin and together we lament my other, weaker familiar ties; then my boyfriend and I embarked on a 12-day road trip around Morocco and we talked about marriage and about buying a hostel in Meknes, but somehow, we never talked about staying together.
Since 2015 I have traveled to +25 countries across six continents while remotely working for a Chicago magazine publisher. I’ve gone scuba diving with hammerhead sharks in the Galapagos; followed the 2019 Women’s World Cup around France; took a university-level literature class in Athens, and hiked the Inca Trail; traveled with best friends and have made new best friends; all while maintaining office hours.
I have 23 chapter-essays, over 80,000 words, written about Morocco. It is the colorful background where I explored my insecurities of solo travel, my anxiety about working remotely while traveling, my hesitation to be stationery and my uncertainty about what I want my life to be. I am excited to share it with you.
Photo credit: John Asbury, Molly Koeneman and Molly Koeneman.