A Recovery Day in Chefchaouen

After being quite sick last night, I got what felt like a very good night’s sleep in our spacious and sunny room at Dar Meziana.  For morning breakfast, I took only mint tea with honey we bought last night, along with a couple of small pieces of whole wheat bread. 

My energy has already started to improve today, but I recognize that this needs to be a pure rest, healing and relaxation day, with just some walks around town on our agenda.  If I feel better tomorrow, we could aim for a day hike into the Rif Mountains, but we’ll see how it goes today.  

We took a walk today to the central  square in town, Place Outa el Hammam, which is bordered on one side by the adobe-walled Kasbah, and is ringed on the other sides by tourist restaurants, shops and cafes.  A couple of the restaurants have their own salesman outside, touting their menu, though each menu, printed on big metal signs standing one next to the other, seems exactly the same.  

There are also men who stand around this square, hoping to guide tourists to where they want to go, or to shops they have an arrangement with, or to offer some other kind of help in return for a tip.  Older men and the occasional woman sit around a giant old evergreen tree in the square, chatting, while other men sit in some of the cafes, having coffee, smoking and talking.  After a walk around other parts of the village, we have taken our place at one of the cafes to have a coke (in my case, a very rare occasion, but I am still trying to settle my stomach) and a mint tea, while we write in these journals.  

After a bit of writing, and watching a constant parade of young tourists of many nationalities walk by, most with their big backpacks on, some rolling their small pieces of luggage behind them, checking into or out of one of the many small hotels within a few blocks of the square, we leave the cafe to continue our walk around the Chefchaouen medina.  

Eventually we wind up back in Casa Hassan for dinner, and I’m pleased to see that I can eat some plain couscous, along with bread and some pomegranate seeds for dessert.  I seem to be well on the way to recovery.  

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About juleslandsman

I live, when not traveling, in Sweetwater, Colorado, located in between Vail and Aspen, and in Kohukohu, a small town on the Hokianga Harbour in New Zealand. I write travelogues, memoirs, and reflections when I'm not skiing, biking, or otherwise outdoors. I retired recently from a career in the financial services industry that spanned more than twenty-five years.
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