Chefchouan

Chefchouan is spectacular sitting in the heart of the Rif Mountains. We are staying a cute pension. The town is a labarinth of narrow winding streets washed with white and blue walls. Shops and homes line the streets. We have wandered for hours drinking in the amazing sights and sounds of the city. Very little traffic noise. Today we hiked into the mountains visiting the ruins of an old mineret. Donkeys are still the beast of burden. We heard a braying ass (me) which was amusing. The views from the mountain trails were spectacular and we took lots of pictures but still will not be able to post them from here. The air is so clean and clear. A waterfall comes down the mountain and there is a station where the women wash clothes by hand like on old washing boards with water from the river washing and rinsing everything. The food is good an we have eaten most meals in the plasa next to the Casbar. This is a very exotic setting so we decided to spend an extra day. We are having a wonderful time. Donnas skills with languages is an amazing thing to watch: