I could only write about the longing that I am feeling for Chefchaouen, because that is all there is to do. Yesterday, I left with a heavy heart and an even heavier appreciation for the world. Almost two months had flown by and I hardly even noticed.
Coming to Chefchaouen was unexpected. I was scrolling through Workaway and found a cool hostel to volunteer for, but I thought it was in Tangier. I was ready to stay in Tangier and cross over to the European border, but God had a different plan. So in Chefchaouen (or Chaouen) I went.
The place I stayed at was amazing, but they did not have WiFi! The horror, right? Well, that was what I thought the first few days. But then you kind of just grow and become one with the mountains. It was such an amazing feeling, and I would never have it any other way.
I came to Chaouen with thoughts of rekindling my love for nature. Growing up in the mountains, I thought that it was a very easy task to do. I was right. On my first few days, I was walking around the medina and just hiking around in its nearby hills. I could’ve sworn I was in my happiest (and probably fittest, lol) state. Not minding the muscle pains, heavy breathing and cold weather, I pushed forward and reached the top. The view was amazing, and it was probably one of the best scenery I would ever see in my life. I can still see it when I close my eyes.
Then there are the people that you fall in love with along the way. This does not always have to mean romantically, of course. There are just some people you will meet and you will all have some sense of belonging with each other. I found my people up there in Chaouen. From Kit, Fabian, Nuria, Cira, Saniya, TJ, Miguel, Quentin, Jack, Adlai, Johannes, Uli, Mohammed, Pasha, Josh, Rainer, and Geraldine. These people are a part of me, and hopefully, I am a part of them. My time with them will be forever cherished, and I will remember them as long as I live.
You see, this is travelling. There are places that you will feel comfortable and at peace with that you never want to leave. But sadly, time runs out and you have to move onto the next destination. I type this in bed in Fes with thoughts of coming back to Chaouen in mind. In a few days I fly out to Paris then Istanbul, but my heart will probably still be in Chaouen. What a beautiful city that is. It was, indeed, the blue pearl of Morocco.
I will forever be amazed at how at home you can feel whilst on the road. Chaouen is definitely one of those places. I cannot wait to come back to you. But for now, it’s time to go.
P.S. If any of you are looking for the best hostel to stay at in Chaouen, Ali Baba Apartment Hostel is the place to be! Click HERE to book via Airbnb.
“Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near. Let the wicked forsake their ways and the unrighteous their thoughts. Let them turn to the Lord, and he will have mercy on them, and to our God, for he will freely pardon.”
Isaiah 55:6-7 NIV