I can honestly say… this is the first time, in my life, that anything has ever taken my breath away. Chefchaouen. What was so special about it was that it may not be everyone’s paradise. Of course it had the conventional beauty; mountains, beautiful clouds, sunset… But what I felt was different, like it was MY paradise. Everything was perfect. The air reminded me of Canada… small medina streets, quant small-town restaurants, Greece-like walls… I knew from the moment I got off that train that I could honestly live here and be happy. I didn’t need anything; Goldman, a man, friends, nothing. This place completed me in a way that I haven’t felt… maybe ever.
We had gone to Tangier the day before, which was beautiful as well… Had that Spanish influence, gorgeous beaches, nice Medina, beautiful sites… but didn’t hold a torch to Chefchaouen. I loved the mountainous vibe, and how it was touristy but still retained culture. It was so cold at night but it felt so right.
I pray Allah lets me return there one day. I could die happy.
