The day after I returned from the desert, Hassan invited me to join him and his family at their house in the evening, to celebrate the beginning of Ramadan. I hadn’t really intended to still be in Morocco when Ramadan began, as I have been hearing horror stories about everything…
I arrived last night in Essaouira after a long, rather exhausting day of travel. I got up at 630 and left Chefchaouen (walk to square, take petite taxi to bus station). Then, I had a 6-hour-long bus ride to Casablanca. Partway through the trip, at one of the stops,…
After an long bus ride, I just arrived in Chefchaouen, a town in Northern Morocco up in the Rif mountains. It’s a beautiful town, known for the way most of the buildings have been painted blue and white. It looks a bit like I’d imagine a little mountain Santorini would be. I…
