Chefchauen

“No water, no life. No blue, no green” –Sylvia Earle

Chauen, as locals call it, is a beautiful blue city nestled into the Rif mountains. My travel companions for the weekend were an awesomely international and eclectic group of volunteers. Between the 10 of us we represented the US, Singapore, the UK, France, Sudan, Spain, and Mexico. We all spoke English with each other, but the mix of languages was quite helpful in getting around because the people in Chauen spoke not only Arabic and French, but also Spanish! Not to mention… most are pretty good at English too. I was really amazed by the multicultural atmosphere of this small town in the Moroccan mountains. 

If you ever find yourself in Chefchauen the hostel we stayed in, Dar Dadicilef, is an inexpensive, beautiful, special place.

Here are some photos of the medina (old city) that speak for themselves:

 

On our second day there we went on an adventure to find the Cascades d’Akchour. We hiked over two hours (I mean really hiked) to reach it. Not going to lie amongst us there was definitely some blood, sweat, and tears. Specifically sweat, as it was 100 degrees out. It was all worth it in the end…