Exploring the Blue Streets of Chefchaouen

A Blue Beginning

The air in Chefchaouen is different, lighter somehow, carrying the scent of spices and something indefinably Moroccan. After a long journey from Edmonton, touching down in Tangier and then driving into the Rif Mountains, I was eager to dive into the blue embrace of this famed city. Isabella and the rest of our friends were just as excited, cameras at the ready. I was ready to put my photography skills to the test. Today was all about immersing ourselves in the heart of Chefchaouen, exploring its Medina, Kasbah, and the bustling Plaza Uta el-Hamman.

Our day started with a hearty breakfast at Café Clock. Isabella had read rave reviews about their avocado toast, and she wasn't wrong. The fresh mint tea was the perfect complement, a fragrant welcome to Morocco. It’s amazing how a simple breakfast can set the tone for the entire day. Fuelled up, we stepped out into the Medina, ready to lose ourselves in its labyrinthine streets.

The Medina of Chefchaouen is a sensory explosion. Every corner turned revealed a new shade of blue, from the softest sky blue to the deepest indigo. The buildings seemed to glow in the morning light, creating an ethereal atmosphere. I couldn't resist snapping photos at every turn, trying to capture the magic of this place. The narrow streets were bustling with locals going about their daily lives, children playing, and artisans displaying their crafts. I already knew my camera would be getting quite the workout on this trip!

We stumbled upon a small shop selling handwoven Berber carpets. The vibrant colors and intricate designs were mesmerizing. I found myself haggling good-naturedly with the shop owner, a friendly man with a twinkle in his eye. It reminded me of the markets back in Trinidad, Uruguay, where bargaining is as much a social interaction as it is a transaction. I ended up buying a beautiful rug, a perfect souvenir to remind me of our time in Chefchaouen. Isabella was thrilled with my choice, and I knew it would look perfect in our living room back in Edmonton.

The beauty of Chefchaouen lies not just in its blue walls, but in the warmth of its people and the richness of its culture.

Next on our list was the Kasbah, a restored fortress that stands as a testament to Chefchaouen's history. The Kasbah's architecture was impressive, and the views from the top were breathtaking. From there, we could see the entire Medina spread out before us, a sea of blue against the backdrop of the Rif Mountains. I took a moment to imagine what life must have been like centuries ago, when this fortress was a vital part of the city's defense. The Ethnographic Museum inside the Kasbah offered a glimpse into the local culture, with displays of traditional clothing, musical instruments, and artifacts. It was a fascinating way to learn more about the history and heritage of Chefchaouen.

By lunchtime, we were ready for a break, so we headed to Plaza Uta el-Hamman, the heart of Chefchaouen. The plaza was bustling with activity, a vibrant mix of locals and tourists. We chose Restaurant Bab Ssour for lunch, drawn in by the aroma of Moroccan spices wafting through the air. The tagine was delicious, a flavorful combination of meat, vegetables, and aromatic spices. Isabella opted for a vegetarian dish, and she was equally impressed. The mint tea, of course, was a must, a refreshing accompaniment to our meal. The staff were incredibly friendly and attentive, making us feel right at home.

After lunch, we decided to explore some of the local crafts. Chefchaouen is known for its wool blankets, leather goods, and other handmade items. I was on the lookout for a unique leather journal to document my travels, and I found the perfect one in a small shop tucked away in a side street. The artisan who made it was a master craftsman, and I felt honored to support his work. Isabella, meanwhile, was drawn to a collection of colorful straw baskets, perfect for storing her yarn and knitting supplies back home.

As the afternoon wore on, we continued to wander through the Medina, soaking up the atmosphere and taking in the sights. We stopped at a small bakery to sample some local pastries, sweet and delicious treats that provided a much-needed energy boost. We watched as a group of children played soccer in a small square, their laughter echoing through the narrow streets. It was moments like these that made me feel truly connected to this place, a sense of belonging that transcended language and culture.

For dinner, we chose Restaurant Lalla Messaouda, a place recommended by several locals. The restaurant had a cozy, inviting atmosphere, and the menu featured a range of traditional Moroccan dishes. I ordered the lamb tagine, a slow-cooked stew that was incredibly tender and flavorful. Isabella opted for the chicken couscous, a light and refreshing dish that was perfect for a warm evening. The service was excellent, and the staff were eager to share their knowledge of Moroccan cuisine. It was the perfect way to end our first day in Chefchaouen.

As we walked back to Dar Nokhba Inn, the city was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. The blue walls seemed to shimmer in the darkness, creating a magical ambiance. I felt a sense of contentment, a feeling of being exactly where I was supposed to be. Chefchaouen had already captured my heart, and I knew that the next few days would be filled with even more adventures.

Back at the inn, I took some time to jot down my thoughts in my new leather journal, capturing the memories of the day. Isabella was already asleep, her auburn hair spread across the pillow. I smiled, grateful for her companionship and for the opportunity to share this incredible experience with her. As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt of blue streets, fragrant spices, and the warmth of the Moroccan people.

Tomorrow, we plan to venture a little further, visiting Ras El Ma and the Bouzafer Mosque, hopefully catching a panoramic view of this blue city. I am also hoping to enjoy a drink at Bar Oum Rabie. Until then, I bid you goodnight from the enchanting blue pearl of Morocco.

P.S. I almost forgot! I definitely need to buy a travel adaptor tomorrow. My portable phone charger also seems to be on the fritz.