Chefchaouen, A Blue Dream

Day 11: October 30th, 2024

I've wandered the globe, tramped the filthiest back alleys and the finest dining rooms, but few places have captured my attention quite like Chefchaouen. The Blue Pearl, they call it. A jewel-toned labyrinth of cobbled streets, washed in a sea of indigo. The rain had turned the already saturated hues of the city into a dreamlike, watercolor painting. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and mint tea. The usual cacophony of the medina was muted, replaced by the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain on ancient tiles.

We wandered the narrow lanes for hours, my sneakers squelching in the muddy streets. The locals, wrapped in their colorful djellabas, seemed unfazed by the downpour. They went about their business, their faces etched with a serene indifference to the elements.

We ducked into a small restaurant for lunch, Cafe Clock, for camel burgers. The warmth of the fire and the aroma of tagine filled the air. It was a welcome respite from the downpour. As I sipped my spiced coffee, I watched the rain streak down the windowpane, each drop a tiny universe of its own.

Later, we ventured to the Kasbah Museum. The ancient fortress, cloaked in mist, with its towering walls, prison, and narrow passageways, offered a glimpse into the city's rich history. The museum housed a fascinating collection of artifacts, from Berber jewelry to Andalusian pottery.

Chefchaouen, drenched and dreamy, a bucket list worthy destination indeed.

Historical Facts:

Founded in 1471, the city was once used as a fortress for exiles from Spain. Over the centuries, many Jews moved to Chefchaouen, bringing with them the ancient belief that using blue dye would remind people of God's power.