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FES, MEKNÈS, CHEFCHAOUEN 🇲🇦 4 Days

The oldest of the four "imperial cities" of Morocco (the others are Marrakech, Meknes and Rabat), Fes was the capital of Morocco several times in the past, the last of which ended in 1912, when most of Morocco came under French control and Rabat was chosen to be the capital of the new colony. Today Fes is the third largest city in Morocco after Casablanca and Rabat.

Fes is often referred to as the spiritual capital of Morocco. It was once one of the most important places of scholarship in the world, containing within its walls the bastion of Islamic teaching. The University of Al-Karaouine was founded in 859 AD and is the oldest continuously-operating university in the world.

WHAT TO VISIT

CHOUARA TANNERY

Colorful Moroccan slippers, bags, and jackets are just some of the leather goods available in Fes. But before shopping, be sure to check out the world-famous tanneries to see the traditional dying of animal skins

The ancient MEDINA

WATER CLOCK

UNIVERSITY

The Kairaouine Mosque is known to be the world’s oldest university and is the second-largest mosque in Morocco. It is one of the most important religious buildings in Fes, and as such, only Muslims are allowed inside.

Explore the SOUKS

The souks are the very soul of any Moroccan city, and the ones in Fes are some of the most impressive. Step back into a medieval time of dusty walled streets, where the only transport is donkey and cart. It’ll be an assault on the senses, with sellers shouting prices and striking hard bargains, aromatic smells coming from every direction, and textile displays in all colors of the rainbow.

NEJJARINE FONDOUK

Right amid Place Nejjarine, surrounded by metalworker workshops, you'll find the Nejjarine Museum in an old fondouk (khan or caravanserai), which has been transformed into a museum exhibiting the diversity of traditional Moroccan wooden arts and crafts

VISIT THE BAB BOUJELOUD (BLUE GATE)

The Bab Boujiloud is the iconic blue gate that marks the entrance to Fes el Bali (Old City). You can also check out the Bab Chorfa, another impressive gate framing the Medina.

WHERE TO STAY/WHERE TO EAT

We stayed at Riad Dar Omar

Here some places where to eat:

Cafè Clock

Restaurant Sahra

DAILY TRIPS FROM FES

MEKNÈS 📍

Only 65 kilometers southwest of Fes, and connected by regular trains, Meknes is a favorite day-tripping destination for visitors to the city.

This imperial city, made the ruling capital by Sultan Moulay Ismail in the 17th century, is home to a compact medina area that offers a more relaxed sightseeing experience than the crowded medinas of Fes and Marrakesh. This allows for easier viewing of the alleyway architecture.

Neighboring the medina is Meknes' imperial district, home to the grand Bab al-Monsour, one of the most ornate surviving gateways in North Africa, and the Mausoleum of Moulay Ismail, with its fine tile work and stucco-decorated interior.

Meknes is also the closest city to Volubilis, Morocco's best Roman-era ancient site. The rambling hilltop site, only 32 kilometers north of Meknes, is home to half-toppled temple buildings, still-standing columns along a colonnaded street, and intricate mosaic floors.

If you start early enough from Fes, it's easy to combine both in one day. Daily trip for 25€ each.

2. IFRANE NATIONAL PARK 📍

Ifrane National Park is located in the northcentral part of Morocco.  It is situated in the central part of the Atlas mountain range. The park covers an area of 193.05 square miles (500 sq km).

The mountainous national park is blanketed in many parts with the Atlas cedar trees. Wetlands, high-altitude forests, and endemic habitats are part of what make the national park such a vital protected area.

The altitude of the park ranges from 4,590 to 7,874 (1,300 to 2,400 m) above sea level. The higher mountains are located in the neighboring Toubkal National Park which features the famous Mount Toubkal.

Approximately a tenth of the world’s population of Atlas Cedar is located here in the park. The ecosystem is also home to the endangered Barbary Macaque with approximately 25% of the entire global population found here in Ifrane. Daily trip for 25€ each.

3. CHEFCHAOUEN 📍

Chefchaouen is a small town in Morocco with a rich history. Nestled in the Rif mountains, this old town is known for its beautiful surroundings and architecture, but what makes it stand out are the striking and varying shades of blue walls – it is one of The Most Colorful Cities Around The World. 

Moulay Ali Ben Moussa founded the town of Chefchaouen in 1471. It began as a small fortress to fight the Portuguese invasions of Morocco. The Ghomara tribes, Moriscos, and Jews settled down in it after the Spanish Reconquista in 1492. Later, in 1920, Spain seized the old town, and it became a part of Spanish Morocco. Then, finally, Morocco declared its independence in 1956, and Chechaouen rejoined it once again.

The Reasons Why The City of Chefchaouen in Morocco is Entirely Blue:

The Jews

The color blue is representative of the sky according to Jewish belief. Jewish communities, therefore paint things blue and use blue-colored fabrics, especially prayer mats.

People believe that the Jewish refugees spread the blue fever to the entire ‘medina’ in 1930. The practice of painting walls blue was introduced by the Jews to stick to their religious practices. However, older residents say that the majority of the buildings within the medina used to be white until fairly recently. They stress that only the Jewish part of the medina used to be painted blue.

The Mosquitoes

A part of the residents believes that the blue shades repel mosquitoes. Their reasoning is that the insects do not like being in the water, although they live near the water. The blue walls almost look like flowing water, and they believe that this aspect keeps away the mosquitoes.

It is certainly possible that residents saw fewer mosquitoes in the Jewish part of the town, and so they decided to attribute it to the color and paint their houses blue as well.

Daily Trip from Fes for 30€ each.

[cottonkhaleesi]

Finally finished!!!

The medina tiles blanket is blocked and ready for its closeups. I absolutely adored making this, the colours are spectacular; even King Cole themselves said “wow!” on Instagram.

#cotton khaleesi #cottonkhaleesi #medina tiles blanket #crochet #riot yarn #king Cole riot #mosaic crochet #yarn #crafting #rainbow #pink #blue #purple #red #yellow #green

[mercifuldeaths]

Vertigo: Chapter 2: Jacked Up

Vertigo: Chapter 2

Jacked Up

This fic is in progress.

Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings for this chapter: Graphic descriptions of drug use.

Summary: Jim’s very good at hiding his vices, except, that is, with Medina.

Notes: More exposition. I’m sorry guys but the drama is worth the wait. This is Jim’s story-Y/N is a component, but this is a story about Jim’s journey. Thank you all so much for the positive responses from Ch 1! 

Word Count: 2.6k

Jim would see Y/N at the beach pretty regularly, not that he was looking for her. He couldn’t help that his room had a perfect view of the bay and whenever Medina was going for dawn patrol with her he would have his coffee outside, waiting for Sandy to be awakened by the other’s starting their day in the waves.

It seemed that Medina had finally had a friend, which made him exceedingly happy. Jim recalled the nights Medina would slip into his room and lay on the unmade bed asking why nobody liked her. He didn’t have an answer for her, or rather he did, but didn’t have the heart to tell her.

He couldn’t help but constantly be reminded of how much stronger she was. Of course, she was heartbroken that she didn’t have friends, but she did have the strength to not change herself for others’ approval. Jim couldn’t say the same for himself.

Coming in from his coffee- she wasn’t out there that day- he picked up his backpack and jacket.

“‘Dina,” he whispered, ear pressed to her door. He almost fell over when the door was ripped away from his face.

“Hey, we’re running late, let’s go,” she responded. She managed to smack him with her backpack as they snuck out the door, avoiding Sandy.It was a miracle that she even let him go to his classes.

The pair hopped into Jim’s car, a new Nissan SUV from Phil. A graduation gift his father had called it but Jim knew what it really was. It was a “Sorry we’ve been shitty parents and let you overdose, but here’s a material item that’ll make up for it” gift. Medina got a smaller Volkswagen beetle that she absolutely adored.

It had been three and a half years since his overdose. It really wasn’t even that bad, he thought. He had passed out at home, Sandy overreacted and he spent a night in the hospital. Then Phil proceeded to tell him that they wouldn’t be going to Paris and that he’ll do better.

Admittedly, it had been slightly better. With Sandy back on her meds she wasn’t as prone to mood swings and temper tantrums meaning Jim had slightly more freedom. It didn’t allow him to escape his responsibilities as ‘man of the house’ but things were almost manageable. Almost.

After everything, he had to be more careful. Withdrawal had been a nightmare but when his mind cleared he found that the memory was fuzzy. Turning back to booze, then weed, then pills, then coke, then everything at once, had been an easy decision. This time, though, he needed to be careful.

A few weeks into sobriety, his mother would inevitably forget about Jim’s problems, replacing herself as the center of attention in her mind, so hiding it from her had been a joke. “Oh, I’m just tired, mom. Long day at school,” he’d say as his eyes fluttered shut, laying on the couch with a comfortable blanket of haze clouding his thoughts. She ate that shit up.

His father was even easier. He had still moved out, but his relationship with Ava had ended a while back, now seeing some other redhead. He was never around, not that Jim wanted to see him anyway. But with him being a doctor, he had to make sure he was sober around the man. He’d recognize all the signs, especially knowing Jim was a user.

Medina. She was...complex. He had tried to hide it from her, he really did. She found out almost immediately and hadn’t said anything but he could see the pain in her eyes. The only response she gave was a “Be careful with that shit, Jim. You don’t know what you’re playing with,” bitten out on his way back to his room from the bathroom where he had just taken an oxy. All the warning he needed was written on her face every time she looked at him. He tried to ignore it, for his own sake.

It’s because of this that when she said, “Is it getting bad again? Please tell me,” while biting into an egg McMuffin on their way to campus that morning Jim almost crashed his shiny new car. She had begged to get breakfast on the way and he could never say no to his sister.

“What are you talking about, Medina?” he rolled down the window and looked out the windshield pretending to focus on the traffic in front of him.

“I know what you’re doing. I’m not stupid. But just tell me if it’s that bad again,” she tried to seem casual, sipping her iced coffee but it sounded a little too rehearsed.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” his teeth grit together. Turning into the parking lot of their university

“‘Cause I know when mom gets weird you get weird. I don’t think she’s taking her medicine again- since dad’s new girlfriend,” she hesitated not knowing what reaction Jim would have.

His fist slammed against the steering wheel, making Medina jump, spilling coffee on her corduroys. “I’m not ‘getting weird’ or whatever, okay?” he yelled. “Yeah, mom’s fucking crazy again, it’s whatever.” He pulled into a parking space a little too quickly and the car lurched.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” her voice was smaller than she wanted it to be.

Jim’s jaw was still tense, teeth clenched. He took a deep breath through his nose and rolled his eyes back. “I know you didn’t. I’m sorry for yelling,” he looked over to her and stuck his tongue out a little, the way that usually made her laugh.

She wasn’t laughing. “So it’s gonna be like that, then,” he leaned over and poked her in the ribs, right in the spot that tickled most.

“Jim, stop!” she shrieked, attempting to get away from his long arms. Her laughter bounced in the car. They both smiled.

“Now, go. I know you have ‘Adult Coloring’ or some bullshit,” he loved to make fun of her customized major, full of classes she was taking to one day do what she wanted most, travel and surf. It was a lot of photography, journalism, and some random classes for credits.

“It’s ‘portraiture’, I’ll have you know,” she called over he shoulder before closing the door. Through the open window, she smirked, “Have fun with your blocks or whatever you do.”

He let out a groan that turned into a laugh, “It was once!” he shouted to her back, walking to campus’ central. He had been trying to figure out the flow and perception of this one project he was working on, so yeah he brought out some Legos to visualize it. That’s architecture for you.

What she’ll never mention is that she distracted him and then proceed to spend the entire night on the living room floor trying to one-up each other's towers. Jim using what he had learned from four years of design and structural classes while Medina relied on ‘just staking them up until they fall.’ Her’s was taller by two blocks and she will never let it go.

Grabbing his backpack he decided to pull the small baggie of pills out and place them in an empty plastic cup, hidden under the seat. Out of sight, out of mind. He was almost off his last bender and held a small glimmer of hope that this would be the last time. The back of his mind was already itching for another fix, reminding him to be even more careful around Medina.

Planning for a long day in the library, still trying to find a topic for his senior thesis, he grabbed Medina’s unfinished iced coffee and headed into the beating sun with a brave face painted on.

--

No. No. No. He coughed up more bile, spilling from his throat into the toilet in front of him. It was disgusting, he knew, but he needed to rest his head on the seat of it, cool porcelain taming the heat that coursed through him. He dry heaved this time, causing the head-splitting migraine to reappear.

“Jim?” his mother knocked on the bathroom door. “Jimmy, are you okay?” The handle jiggled but it was locked.

“I’m fine, mom,” he breathed through his nose, trying to stare straight ahead to stop the room from spinning.

“I can hear you in there. Are you sick, honey?”

“Food poisoning. I’m fine.” Short words. Short sentences. The sound of his own voice making him want to smash his head on the tile, hopefully blacking out.

“Let me in,” she demanded. The thought of her being around him made him retch again, this time probably for the last time as there was nothing left to vomit up. But, from experience, he knew to sometimes just go along with Sandy rather than fighting. Especially when he was feeling like this, he had no fight left in him.

He crawled over to the door and managed to unlock it, Sandy not missing a beat and plowing into the room. “Jim!” She kneeled next to him and immediately put her hand over his sweaty forehead. Admittedly, her cool hand felt nice.

“It’s just food poisoning, mom. I’m fine,” he whispered and leaned into her- an instinct leftover from childhood. “Just need to sleep.” Chills wracked his body but sweat was clinging to every pore, the dark circles under his eyes almost red. His irises still shined a brilliant blue.

Sandy put her arm around him and helped to bring him to his feet. They shuffled into his room, his mother rambling about how California sushi can’t be trusted because so many of the people eat it, its mass produced.

Jim wished she would shut the fuck up.

He didn’t fully recognize how, but he was laying in his bed, tee shirt removed, blankets pushed off the mattress. In the fetal position, he slowly rocked himself willing the nausea away. He nearly lept out of his skin when Medina suddenly appeared, replacing Sandy.

“He likes to be alone when he’s sick,” Medina tried to reason to their mother, recalling when they were kids how Jim would always shy away from attention when he was sick, preferring to suffer in silence.

“He doesn’t like to be alone, he likes to be with you,” their mom spit out and turned on her heel, leaving Medina in the doorway holding a glass of water.

She made her way closer Jim, placing the glass on the nightstand. Perching on the side of the bed, she ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, grimacing a little. He sighed under her touch and closed his eyes again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, mindful of his migraine. His eye cracked open and managed to convey his confusion. “I know what this is.”

“It’s food poisoning, that’s what it is. It’s that bullshit sushi we stopped for. Thanks for that,” he scoffed. She knew he didn’t mean any of it, that he was hurting. She could see his muscles twitch under his thin skin. They reminded her of springs, coiled and ready. His eyes screwed shut again and he nuzzled into her thigh. She could hear the small cries he was trying to hold back.

“We had the same thing for lunch, Jim. We split it,” she observed, letting him know his jig was up. She felt his head shake.

“Okay, then. It’s the stomach flu. Same thing, Jesus. Let it go,” he attempted to growl out but the intent wasn’t there. She held out the glass of water she had brought in and he was never more grateful for their twin telepathy ‘thing’. He managed to prop himself up and take a few slow sips. “Thank you,” he mumbled and handed the glass back to his sister, relishing the cool that washed down his throat.

Laying on his back he tried to stare ahead again, this time at the blank ceiling above him. He briefly thought about going outside to look up at the sky, but remembered that any sort of movement was practically impossible at the moment. His body ached as he had just run a marathon. Joints tight, frozen in place, he continued to lay on his back trying to regulate his breathing. 5 seconds in, 5 seconds out. He counted.

Medina continued to run her cool hands over his head and face. It only felt good because it was her. His other half, a strange extension of himself. Or probably he was the extension-Medina was already her own person. She didn’t need him anymore. His thoughts made him start rocking again, seeking any sort of primal comfort.

As if on cue, he felt the bed shift and she started to leave. Before she could, he managed to grab her wrist. “Don’t.” Only his lips moved. “Please.”

“I’ll be right back. I’m just getting more water,” she went to pull the blankets over him as the had shivers started despite his constant sweating. He nodded, content with her answer.

He thought that maybe he had finally started to drift off to sleep but was awakened by yelling. Sandy. At Medina, of course. Their shouts were muffled by the door and the fact that he couldn’t really think straight helped a bit, but his head still throbbed.

Sandy was going off about how Medina was always so judgemental towards her. Medina was snapping back with questions of why she wasn’t the ‘favorite’ twin. Sandy didn’t bother trying to hide it and plainly stated that she liked Jim better because he cared for her. Loved her. Medina started ranting about how this was just like last time. Last time, when things were Not Good. When Jim, the favorite, was Not Good. She suggested that maybe Sandy wasn’t that great of a mother if she didn’t love one of her children and couldn’t even manage to keep the one she liked from spiraling, practically killing himself.

Jim ground his teeth willing them to stop.

“This isn’t like last time for god’s sake,” Sandy screeched. “And it wasn’t my fault. Jim’s fine. Just like he was last time. It was a stupid mistake, once. He hasn’t touched that shit since, I’ll have you know,” she huffed. “Don’t make things worse than they are.”

Medina wasn’t about to out Jim. She was just trying to drop subtle enough hints that maybe Sandy would get the picture that things weren’t all that great.

Medina and Jim knew what was really going on in the other room. He was trying to detox from everything he had been taking in for the past few weeks. The two of them knew, and that’s the only thing that mattered.

Jim continued to hear them screaming from one thing to another. It was Sandy treating Jim like a husband, then it was how Phil was a bad father, then it was school, then Jim, then back to Phil, then Medina’s apathy, then back to Jim.

It always went back to Jim.

In a further attempt to block it out he rolled onto his side to his body’s dismay. Everything screamed in protest. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with the almost empty glass of water resting on the nightstand. His eyes narrowed in on the draw. Oh shit. Oh fuck.

To his horror and delight, he remembered the two small tablets he had pushed in the back of the drawer. For emergencies only, he told himself when he had placed them there. They went completely forgotten for so long he couldn’t even properly remember what they were. As if a puppet on a string, he propped himself up and opened the drawer, feeling the contents with long fingers. He felt the thin plastic and pulled the baggie out.

Directly depositing both of the pills on the back of his tongue, he used the last sip of water his sister had brought to swallow them. Shortly thereafter, he finally fell asleep.

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[lbremote]

Mom’s Dinner

Had the pleasure of eating a home-cooked meal at a local family’s home in the Medina.

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Our first Remote Year event of the month was dinner at a local family’s home. We were dropped off in the medina and followed our host for the evening, Mehdi, and Taha (city team) through the bustling streets at golden hour. The pastel sunset faded into the pink city, distracting from the streets in front of me which require laser focus to avoid getting hit by a cart or a scooter or a mule. 

We squeezed through arms length-wide alleyways, twisting and turning in pitch black darkness, lucky to have a local to follow through this labyrinth. Mehdi welcomed us into his home, tucked away so far into the medina’s walls I can barely wrap my head around how they knowing their way by heart. This is Mehdi’s current and childhood home. His mother was in the kitchen, smiling at us in greeting as we entered her home. The walls, floors, entire structure was stone and concrete- I realized that rugs and blankets aren’t just home decor for Moroccans but necessities. We sat down in a tiled dining nook lined with benches and pillows. Couldn’t get more authentic than this. 

Mehdi is a storyteller in his community. As he taught us to make Moroccan mint tea, and served our food, he talked and entertained with his big personality. Things I learned from him:

“The mouth of the monster is full” - when the talker (in this instance, himself) is finally silent because he is eating

800,000 people live in Medina (!!!!)

Why we eat with our hands: touching food you connect to it more, feel what it is

The elder at the table always touches the meat dish first

In a household you make the tea together, not in the kitchen to be brought in. Don’t use a spoon to add mint (could affect the flavor), shove it in with your hands.

What makes you Moroccon is knowing what happened before you, your ancestors and family story. Younger generations are becoming more independent and self-centered, creates chaos. Storytelling allows me to connect to my past, elders, and culture.

Stories take you out of your world for a small time

Sometimes hearing other people’s problems make your problems seem less, give connection to other dimension

Oh yes, and the food. Absolutely scrumptious, delectable, delicious. We just couldn’t believe our tastebuds and I think most of us agree this was the best meal of Morocco. I sure think so. I still daydream about that cous cous pasta and those fava beans… there’s just nothing like home cookin’!

Menu

Khoubbiza Foul moudammas Fried cauliflower with eggs Vegetable briwate Chicken and lemon tajine Poached pear with orange and cinnamon

Choukran Mehdi and mother for your hospitality and our full bellies & hearts. 

#morocco #medina #marrakech #remoteyear #lbremote #travel #moroccanfood #tajine #homecooking #momscooking #dinner #eat

[marymperezga]

Mysterious Chefchaouen: The Blue Pearl Of Morocco

Exploring Chefchaouen in Morocco

Chefchaouen, Morocco

Welcome to Chefchaouen, the blue city of Morocco. It’s famous for all the houses and shops painted different shades of blue. A magical place to explore with your camera!

The sun beats down mercilessly, setting every color around me ablaze – and since everything is blue, I feel like I’m walking above the clouds in a mythical sky kingdom.

But this is no myth, it’s Chefchaouen. Located in Northern Morocco, the city’s signature color is a variety of calming shades of blue that lower your blood pressure in seconds.

Known as Morocco’s “blue pearl” or “blue city”, the buildings in Chefchaouen are painted using a talc or chalk-based paint that looks so beguiling.

Exploring a labyrinth of narrow blue alleyways smelling of spice, incense, flowers, and fresh oranges — was one of the highlights of my journey to Morocco. Plus it’s a photographer’s dream!

Here are some tips and suggestions for things to do in Chefchaouen.

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Our Journey to Chefchaouen

Why Is Chefchaouen Blue?

Some will tell you that it’s a symbol of Jewish solidarity. In the 1930s, a sizeable population of Jewish refugees arrived in Chefchaouen, fleeing Nazi persecution and the growing threat of war.

The blue is meant to represent peace, safety and the power of heaven. In this version of the story, blue walls rapidly spread outward from the city’s Jewish quarter, until the entire city was aglow.

Kalam farigh! others would say (that’s Arabic for “nonsense”).

They’ll say the tradition of painting walls blue is Jewish, certainly, but goes back to the time of the city’s founding, in the 15th Century, when it was built around a fortress used to defend inhabitants against Portuguese invaders.

At this time, local Moroccans lived alongside Jews and Moriscos (former Muslims who had converted to Christianity) for a century or more.

View from Spanish Mosque Trail

Exploring The Blue City

The narrow streets of Chefchaouen (or Chaouen, as the locals call it) make no attempt to soften the impact of the hillside the city is built on. In some cases, stone steps march straight up the slope, giving your legs a good workout.

But when the streets open into public squares, look above the city, towards the nearby Riff mountains.

The mountains above the city give the appearance of two horns – and it’s believed that this is where the name Chefchaouen comes from (literally meaning “watch the horns” in a local dialect).

But the rest of the time, keep looking around you. This is a jaw-droppingly beautiful city! It transports you into a different world.

Things To Do In Chefchaouen

Go Shopping in the Medina

Wander The Streets

This is why most travelers seek out Chefchaouen, to wander aimlessly through the narrow streets & alleys, painted in an endless array of blue — turquoise, powder blue, celeste, robin’s-egg, indigo, cyan, periwinkle.

Go shopping for colorful blankets or lamps in the souks hidden throughout the medina. Marvel at the variety of beautiful doorways and detailed tile work that decorate each residence.

Sit down at a street cafe, order a steaming cup of mint tea, and watch locals dressed in djellaba robes go about their daily life. Soak it all in — the whole Moroccan experience.

Get Your Kitty Fix in Chefchaouen

Go Cat Spotting

If you’re a cat person like me, you’re going to love Chefchaouen. It’s a cat city for sure — a bit like Istanbul. Locals feed them, however they generally live outside in the street as strays.

You’ll find cats in alleys, cats on the stairs, and cats in the souks. Cats will be roaming through restaurants and on terraces. They’re hiding in trees and bushes, and stretched out on sidewalks.

If you want to get a cat’s attention in Morocco, try hissing. It’s a great way to get them to pose for photos! Meow.

Rock The Kasbah

Kasbah Fortress Museum

Make sure to visit the large 15th century Kasbah fortress and dungeon located in Chefchaouen’s main square — Place Outa el Hammam. It’s pretty easy to find this red-walled structure among all the blue buildings.

Built in 1471 by Mulay Ali Ben Mussa Ben Rached, the Kasbah features a beautiful garden and small ethnographic museum. Climb the towers inside for some great views of the city and the Grand Mosque.

The Kasbah was built in the Andalusian-Maghrebian style to defend Chefchaouen from attacks by the Portuguese and Spanish. Entry only costs ���1 Euro! It’s totally worth a quick visit.

Getting Lost in Chefchaouen

Stay In A Riad

“Riad” comes from the Arabic word for “garden”, and it’s referring to the space in the centre of these traditional Moroccan guest-houses, open to the sky, usually with a water fountain.

Most rooms in a riad point inwards towards this space, the symbolic heart of the home – and when you open your door first thing in the morning to find sunlight streaming down into the building.

The distant noises of Morocco will filter down through the hole in the ceiling. You’ll hear movement, the clank of morning tea being prepared, the Arabic call to prayer, and the rhythms of life outside. It��s all extremely relaxing.

The Horns Above Chefchaouen

Spanish Mosque Hike

There’s an old Spanish Mosque perched on a hilltop overlooking the blue city, built by the Spanish in the 1920’s. The mile-long hike passes by prickly pear and agave cacti — with wonderful views of Chefchaouen at the top.

Because the mosque is kind of abandoned, non-muslims are allowed to go inside and take a look. Make sure to bring water though, because on a sunny day it gets hot up there.

The trail to the mosque crosses the Ras el’Ma river, where you’ll see local women doing laundry the traditional way in cold mountain water. The hike up takes about 45 minutes one-way.

The City of Blue

Visit A Hammam

With a cleaning ritual that hasn’t changed for centuries, a visit to the hammam will leave you steamed, sweated, pummelled and scrubbed until you feel like every inch of your skin has been upgraded.

The main public hammam is across the square from the main mosque, Jama’a Kabir, and there are different attendance times for men and women.

You will also have to go shopping first for your own plastic sandals, soap, shower scrub and towel. The hammam experience is an integral part of life in Morocco!

Morocco’s Riff Mountains

Kif Field-Trip

The blue city of Chefchaouen has a long history of hippie-culture and the production of hashish — the most basic and traditional form of marijuana THC concentrate. Morocco is the world’s top supplier.

You might be offered a farm tour, where they drive you outside the city to the marijuana fields and demonstrate how they produce hash from kif, THC crystals extracted from the plant.

Just be wary… it is illegal to produce, trade, and smoke hash in Morocco, even in a place like Chefchaouen. Always remember that if you’re spotted, you could get arrested. Or blackmailed by the police for money.

Beautiful Cascades d’Akchour

Cascades d’Akchour Waterfalls

Cascades d’Akchour is a trail that leads to a pair of waterfalls in the Rif Mountains. You’ll need a taxi to get to the trailhead, and sturdy shoes for this 2-3 hour hike.

The trail is full of lush green vegetation, an interesting natural stone bridge called “God’s Bridge”, and a beautiful swimming hole with a waterfall as your reward at the end.

You’ll find makeshift “cafes” along the way, which serve Moroccan food and tea during this long, and somewhat steep hike. It’s nice, but a little touristy.

Vegetable Couscous was Delicious!

Eat Moroccan Food

One of the top reasons anyone should travel to Morocco is the amazing food, and you can find all your favorites in the Blue City. Stuff yourself on kefta (lamb meatballs), tajines (slow cooked stews in clay pots) and mountains of couscous.

Oranges and orange juice is a big deal in Morocco — and super delicious. A freshly squeezed glass will only set you back about 4 Dirhams ($0.40 USD). I couldn’t get enough!

Hot mint tea in Morocco is a sign of hospitality, friendship and tradition. It’s one of the most delicious treats you’ll find in the whole country, with a rich flavor you’ll struggle to find elsewhere.

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Getting To Chefchaouen

Chefchaouen is built on the edge of the Rif mountain range in the far north – and the only way there is by road, winding up a rocky landscape that’s surprisingly lush and green in the summer.

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Driving in Morocco can be a bit crazy sometimes, but it’s a relatively straightforward journey of 115 km (about 2 hours of driving) from Tangier. I recommend using a parking garage, then explore the old-city on foot.

By Bus

The cheapest way to get to Chfchaouen is by bus. There are multiple buses per day from cities like Fez, Tetouan, Casablanca, Rabat, Tangier and Ceuta. The main bus company for tourists is CTM.

From Tangier, visit Gate Routiere (Place Al Jamia Al Arabia) and look for the next bus – there’s usually at least two running per day, with one departing at noon. The fare to Chefchaouen is 45 Dirham ($5 USD).

By Taxi

Morocco is full of unauthorized or semi-legit taxis driven by people who have one aim in life: to get as much money out of tourists as possible.

The standard price of a one-way trip in a private taxi from Tangier to Chefchaouen should be in the range of 300 – 500 Dirhams ($31 – $52 USD).

From Marrakesh

Take the night train from Marrakesh to Tangier, then continue to Chefchaouen by bus or taxi. The train leaves Marrakesh at 9:00 pm and arrives in Tangier at 7:25 am. There are sleeper cabins available.

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Where To Stay In Chefchaouen

There are plenty of hotels in Chefchaouen, but you’re missing out if you don’t stay in a traditional Moroccan riad. It’s like a mix between a private townhouse, a hotel, and a European “bed & breakfast”. We stayed at Riad Assilah Chaouen — and loved it.

If you’re wondering where to stay in Chefchaouen, Morocco, here are my recommendations:

BUDGET

Hotel Abi Khancha Great location, but small rooms. Cool rooftop area.

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Dar Antonio Cute hostel, good wifi, and great value in the medina.

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MID-RANGE

Riad Assilah Chaouen Friendly staff and comfortable rooms. Nice common area.

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LUXURY

Riad Gharnata Classic looking Moroccan riad, very romantic place.

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An Explosion of Color

Chefchaouen Travel Tips

Spring (March to May) and fall (September to November) are the best times to visit due to weather, but the crowds are large too. Summer is usually so hot that even the locals don’t stick around.

Morocco is a Muslim country — so conservative clothing is recommended. Chefchauoen is a bit more liberal than other cities, but showing too much leg or mid-rift will attract unwanted attention.

It can get pretty cold at night in the Riff mountains, so bring something warm like a sweater or light jacket.

Haggling over price with local shop owners is expected — always try to negotiate a better deal for souvenirs. Except when buying food, as this is already super cheap and no haggling is necessary.

Many people only pop into Chefchauoen for a day trip, however I’d recommend spending at least 2-3 days here. It was one of my favorite stops in Morocco.

Many locals in Chefchaouen actually speak Spanish, as opposed to the more common Arabic & French found in the rest of the country.

This is a city designed to stop you in your tracks for all the right reasons. Whatever is going on in your life, especially if you’re feeling weary of travel, Chefchaouen wants you to put your feet up, drink mint tea and take it deliciously easy.

Then, when you’re ready, you can go for a walk within the ancient city walls, and let the medina work its soothing magic upon you. In a country known for being a bit chaotic, the blue city of Chefchaouen is a pleasant oasis. ★

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Location: Chefchaouen, Morocco Useful Notes: I think Chefchaouen was my favorite city in Morocco. It’s much more laid-back than the rest of the country (probably has to do with all the hash). It’s a little out of the way, but SO worth a visit. Especially if you’re into photography. Recommended Guidebook: Lonely Planet Morocco Suggested Reading: In Arabian Nights

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Marrakesh, Morocco

       Marrakesh was one of the places I had on my list to visit before I even stepped foot in France. In my senior year of high school I presented the topic of Moroccan Zellige which is consists of all the tile patterns decorating nearly every surface in Marrakesh and other Moroccan cities. I needed to see this art in person! So, a few weeks ago I planned a trip to Marrakesh with my host sister, Li Fang. She is from Taiwan which means that although her passport says “Republic of China”, she does not consider herself Chinese. To enter Morocco she required a visa. Papers and papers of documentation later, we were ready to go! Our plane landed and instead of walking through a tunnel they invited us to descend the staircase right to the ground. I immediately soaked up the warm Moroccan sun I’d been dreaming of.

        I read a ton on Morocco before I arrived so I was well-prepared to bargain for anything and everything. We asked for a taxi and they said it would be 250 dirhams which is equivalent to about 25 euros. I demanded for 50 dh but we eventually settled for 100 dh (10 euros). Our hostel was in the jumble that is the Medina where cars are forbidden. The second we hopped out of the taxi, driven by a man who claimed we walk straight for 100 meters to get to the hostel, another man approached us saying he knew exactly where our hostel was located and would show us the way. Even though I knew in the back of my head that he would demand money the moment we arrived, I had no choice! How was I supposed to navigate to our hostel in a town that I’d never seen before and that even google maps has trouble plotting on a map? We followed the man through twists and turns, definitely not simple as the taxi driver communicated. But that was Morocco. Nearly everyone will say anything to get money out of you. They will say one thing then 20 minutes later claim they never said a word along those lines. They will tell half truths. Can you really blame them? Its their job and its part of the tourism industry that I’ve become quite familiar with these past few months. We finally reached the door of the hostel and when Mohammed, our host opened the door, our navigator stretched out his hand expecting a tip. Since we had only converted enough money at the airport for the taxi ride, we literally had nothing to give him. And he didn’t want euros. So, he gave up on haggling and we were left in peace to check into our hotel and drink the complimentary sugary tea. Later our host told us that its not Moroccan tea if there isn’t lots of sugar inside. We took a tour of the colorful hostel, or “riad” as they call them in Morocco. He showed us the rooftop terrace right as the sun was setting, and that was when I really realized I was in Morocco, and how fortunate I am to discover new places whenever I please. I worked hard the last year while balancing college essays and school work to earn money for these trips, and I plan to use every penny to the fullest. We locked up our valuables and set off for a few hours in Marrakesh. Since we were only a five minute walk from the huge square called D’Jemaa el Fna we headed there first, at least we thought we were heading there. Turns out we went in the complete opposite direction. We took photos here and there, not for pleasure but to remember our way back for later! We leisurely found our way to the big square. There, stands upon stands sell juice for 1 euro but when I asked for mango juice, I swear it was only a quarter mango and the rest orange, of which they most definitely have a surplus :). Fifty people surround one or two locals telling stories, playing music, charming snakes, doing stunts and much, much, more. A little girl ran up to me and shoved a book of henna into my arms but I wouldn’t budge. She eventually relented and we kept walking. I’ve learned that you cant show vendors your fear or confusion because they can really take advantage of you and your money. You have to be confident and not show the surprise in your eyes. Many other Americans may fall for spending 300 dh on a knockoff purse claimed to be hand stitched but not this gal! We settled into a restaurant a bit away from the chaos of the square and had delicious beef skewers, a traditional beef tagine, and another dish which I forget the name (oops). While it was nice and warm during the day, the sun fell the temperature dropped significantly. After staying at the hot hostel in Paris, I decided to bring only shorts and a tee shirt to sleep but boy was I mistaken. Our hostel had a tarp roof to allow ventilation in the burning summer heat but during December its quite cold. So, we returned home and basically went straight to bed under the thick blankets offered to us. 

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Spending 24 Hours in Fes, Morocco

Known as the cultural capital of Morocco, Fes is one place you’ll definitely want to see. Stroll around the winding streets to explore the famous Fes El Bali walled medina and shop the colorful souks while soaking in the old world charm.

Fes is located just over 300 miles from Marrakech so you can get there via train or plane. And it’s well worth the trip! This UNESCO World Heritage site city is one the most well-preserved old Arab cities in the world and it’s the planet’s largest car-free urban area.

Ready to start exploring? Here’s my experience spending 24 hours in Fes, Morocco.

Stay at Dar Seffarine in Fes, Morocco

On my trip in Morocco, I only had one night in Fes. I stayed at Dar Seffarine and it’s definitely a spot I’d recommend. Located in the the ancient medina, it is a central location and has a traditional Moroccan style that is absolutely stunning.

It’s the oldest hotel in the medina and, with just six guest rooms, it has a very intimate feel– a nice place to escape the busy streets.

Start your day early at Dar Seffarine! They serve a tasty breakfast on the roof. It’s a good spot to linger, take in the sun, and get inspired for a day of exploration.

Visit the Tanneries in Fes

Leather tanneries are a big thing in Morocco and you can’t visit the country without checking out at least one. The tours are fascinating and education but smelly. Seriously smelly!

A lot of places offer you herbs to hold under your nose while you’re walking around, but the smell is still incredibly powerful. It is totally worth it in my opinion though. It is just something you’ll want to be prepared for (maybe don’t plan a visit around mealtime).

Handcrafted leather is a great Moroccan souvenir and, even if you’re not a leather fan, there are a lot of beautiful pieces of handiwork to browse at tanneries and in the souks.

Shop 64

While the tanneries are worth exploring, they are actually more interesting from above. There’s a famous shot featuring a perfect vista of the tanneries.

It took us a while to track down the right angle for the “perfect shot” but it’s actually from the balcony of a place called Shop 64. In a land of winding alleyways and narrow streets, it’s best to ask a local how to get to Shop 64.

We were lucky enough to ask a local guy on the street who knew just where to go, and he promptly lead us up a few flights of stairs to the perfect view of the tannery. Upon entering, you’ll be handed mint– don’t be shy to ask for more if needed!

It’s free to visit, but typically a little tip or small souvenir purchase is a nice “thank you.”

Explore Al Attarine Madrasa

Standing in the heart of the medina, that’s been around since 1325, this madrasa (which is the Arabic word for any sort of educational institution) is a must-see for any visitor of Fes. It is one of the few madrasas open to the public and the architecture is stunning.

It doesn’t take too long to visit, but with such an interesting history- and amazing photo opps- you won’t want to miss Al Attarine Madrasa.

I was blown away by the details in the tile, the architecture and just the serene nature of the courtyard. We were lucky enough to have a few moments alone to take in the sight.

The Markets in Medina

I absolutely love shopping in the medinas of Morocco. Filled with endless lines of color and aromas, these heady markets are unlike anything else that you’ll find in the world. You can bargain with any vendor and get rock bottom prices on great stuff.

The aesthetic of Morocco is one of my faves. I adore the rich textiles like Berber rugs and wedding blankets, and the fab lanterns. It is also an amazing spot to stock the kitchen, with fresh and local spices like saffron, turmeric, and cumin, alongside cool kitchenware like tagines and super chic tea glasses.

Don’t miss the markets in Medina!

Our day in Fes was jam-packed and I felt like we saw a lot of the highlights we set out to see. As with everything in Morocco, it was more spectacular than we expected!

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Trump’s new Muslim journey ban has same vintage troubles

PRESIDENT Donald Trump may additionally have retooled his unique, wrong travel ban, but — the bright, new package deal still can’t cover an affront to essential American values, values that stand for equality and reject discrimination. A U.S. District Decide in Hawaii issued a nationwide restraining order towards it.

Next month, the U.S. Courtroom of Appeals for the 9th Circuit ought to conclude no in a different way when it hears arguments in Seattle in the Trump Management’s attraction of the Hawaii ruling. It is actual that Trump’s new ban, in contrast to the old one, exempts inexperienced card holders and all of us accepted for a visa, however its purported attention on nationality belies its true motives. Regular with the president’s repeated campaign guarantees to bar Muslims from getting into the country, the new executive order still discriminates based on religion, violating the Constitution.

The Constitution’s promise of spiritual freedom is neither a twist of fate of records nor a footnote. Our nation’s founders stated that the Constitution’s assure of free workout of religion and the structural prohibition on status quo of religion collectively assist make certain, as James Madison said, that “[t]he faith �� of every man need to be left to the conviction and sense of right and wrong of each man.”

Trump’s anti-Muslim tour and refugee ban defy this founding expertise, as validated through Trump adviser and previous The big apple Metropolis Mayor Rudy Giuliani’s telling of the story at the back of the White Residence’s efforts to write a Muslim ban into law. “I’ll tell you the entire history of it,” Giuliani advised Fox News in January. “whilst [Trump] first announced it, he said ‘Muslim ban. He referred to as me up, he said … ‘display me the proper way to do it legally.’ ” Giuliani went on to mention, “And what we did become we centered on, in preference to religion, threat, areas of the world that create a chance for us … perfectly criminal, perfectly practical.” In different words, an unconstitutional plan with only the slightest pretense to legality.

Giuliani is proper, of the route, about Trump’s unique cause to institute a Muslim ban, for the reason that that reason nevertheless blares on his campaign website. Trump’s claim that the prior ban turned into not designed to unmarried out Muslims is honestly no longer credible, and courts ought to hold to look thru this obvious charade.

In the meantime, the ban not most effective flout our constitutional values, it additionally conflicts with federal laws handed by means of Congress that limit the president’s electricity to modify immigration. The ban conflicts with the Immigration and Nationality Act of 1965, which categorically forbids discrimination based on “nationality, a region of birth, or place of residence.”

Even though the Act offers the president huge discretion to disclaim entry to any immigrant or nonimmigrant, it does now not confer the power to issue a blanket exclusion towards thousands and thousands of humans based totally on where they’re from. The president continues to be obligated to abide via the Act’s nondiscrimination clause.

Ultimately, sensible arguments also weigh in opposition to the revised ban. First amongst them: Whilst the ban now singles out human beings from six instead of seven majority-Muslim international locations (Iraq is not on the list), no American has been killed in a terrorist attack in decades, if ever, by immigrants from these nations. There’s little motive to accept as true with that human beings from Trump’s listing of banned nations pose a greater threat to us.

As the 9th Circuit Court docket of Appeals referred to approximately the authentic ban, the Management has provided no evidence that the republic is at threat from immigrants from the focused nations. Lawyer Widespread Jeff Sessions claimed that “extra than three hundred folks who entered America as refugees are currently the subjects of counterterrorism investigations by means of the” FBI.

Trump, however, has referred to no direct connection between any of those 300 people to the six nations on his listing. That’s embarrassing sufficient, however just closing month, a Branch of Homeland Protection intelligence draft file located that citizenship is an “unlikely indicator” of terrorism threats to the USA.

The bottom line? religious intolerance masquerading as Safety is offensive to the concepts on which the founders mounted this country, and in the direction of which we as a country need to continuously strive. Trump’s new govt order attracts little difference among determined refugees fleeing conflict and terrorism, and those accountable for conflict and terrorism. Real human beings were hurt with the aid of Trump’s policy, and they will stay hurt unless the courts satisfy their center function to decrease this shameful abuse of presidency electricity.

five should Go to Mosques For Muslims Travelers A mosque is a divine area for Muslims in which they worship the Almighty Allah. A mosque is a place which brings together all the Muslims and unites them below one umbrella of Islam. in contrast to inside the state-of-the-art norms, no person is more than or lesser to another person. Islam is a faith of affection, peace, kindness and equality, that may be skilled in a mosque. humans made mosques and enhance them, showing the everlasting Islamic homes. There are limitless mosques that are present the world over, but a number of them have constructed a wonderful mark on the history. Islam has been spread all over the world and has inclined distinctive cultures. This text will inform you about the five various mosques around the sector that every Muslim have to attempt to Visit and pray at a minimum one time.

Sultan Omar Ali Saifuddin Mosque, Brunei: Ruled through the Sultan, Brunei is one of the pinnacle vacation-maker attractions in Asia. The Sultan Omar Ali Saifuddin Mosque is located in the capital Town of Bandar Seri Begawan. The mosque is a representation of current Islamic architecture, made in 1958. As the name shows, that is a royal mosque made on a synthetic pond which positioned on the banks of the Brunei River. this is an aggregate of Mughal and iconic Italian styles. Bounded via lush inexperienced bushes and gardens, this mosque is a heavenly outflow that you must upload to the bucket list.

Shah Faisal Mosque, Pakistan: Did that Shah Faisal Mosque is the foremost mosque in South Asia and fourth predominant inside the international? Located within the capital Metropolis of Islamabad, the mosque became a present representative to Pakistan by means of the King Shah Faisal of KSA and might accommodate more than 10,000 worshippers straight away. this is an unconventional mosque with current designs and Turkish architecture. Islamabad is invented as the second one most beautiful capital Metropolis within the global, now we realize one of the reasons for it.

Hassan II Mosque, Morocco: Done in 1993, Hassan II Mosque is the best and the seventh largest mosque within the global. The Minaret is 60 sections high and the most charming and appealing a part of the mosque is that this is topped with a laser light that factors within the path of Mecca. another attracting development is the glass floor of the prayer halls giving a view of the seabed. To pinnacle it all, this has a huge area for as much as a hundred and five,000 traffic who can pray together. Do you want to be one in every of them?

Blue Mosque, Turkey: one of the beautiful and famous mosques, the Blue mosque has stood for the reason that early 1600s in Istanbul, Turkey. This becomes made during and named after Sultan Ahmet’s rule. this is normally known as Because of the blue mosque because the internal walls are enclosed with blue tiles. This has grown to be a famed visitor spot in Istanbul but closes for non-Muslims in the course of prayer times. As lovely and diffused as blue crystals, the enjoy of praying in this mosque is one of the highest stories.

Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque, UAE: UAE is one of the pinnacle traveler location, inclusive of Dubai, Abu Dhabi, and other places. Dubai and Abu Dhabi has by no means did not astonish the world with their top of the line progressions and growths. You may locate the world’s important purchasing malls and tallest buildings. Sheikh Zayed Grand mosque is any other conventional work of the Arabs. located in Abu Dhabi, the mosque is yet every other instance of the diffused and current Islamic architecture. that is open to everyone who wishes to explore and adore its art work. The center of Friday prayers, this needs to be your Next significance to worship in.

There may be no Muslim within the global who doesn’t wish to Visit Masjid Al Haram in Mecca and Masjid Al Nabwi in Medina. Muslims come from everywhere in the global for performing hajj by way of hajj packages They definitely come on pinnacle of the list and every Muslim should warfare hard to make it to the two most holy mosques ever. Let’s observe the listing that we recommend to each Muslim to Visit and pray in. All of us love to tour for a laugh and exploring, how about touring to a poised location for the sake of praying in the beautiful mosques.