Sunday, October 3rd

cheering on Pedro, our
faithful bus driver

Sunday we woke up at 6 am, way before I wanted to, but hey IT’S AFRICA!! We ate breakfast in the hotel (jam and bread again along with a couple of other pastries options, coffee and the same “orange juice”). After breakfast we hoped on the bus and headed to Chefchaouen, typical mountain town.

The ride to Chefchauouen took about 2 hours. We stopped along the way at this super sketchy reststop with the worst bathrooms in the history of the world! There was a beautiful view from the balcony, but even this wasn’t enough to salvage the nastyness.

beautiful look out point at the
sketchy rest area

When we got to Chefchaouen, we met up with the cutest little guide in the history of the world. He was approximately 70 years old, 5 feet tall and talked like Yoda! He told us that the village was very safe and that we didn't need to worry about our bags or about walking around alone. Later we found out that the village is also known for drug trafficking since it's in the mountains.. SURPRISE! haha


All the buildings in Chefchaouen are painted blue and white. Our guide told us the colors serve two purposes. First of all, the colors keep the village cooler in the summer months. He also told us that the blue wards off mosquitoes because they don't like the color. I bought a bright blue scarf I plan to wear to test out this theory next summer! 

city center of Chefchaouen

In Chefchaouen, we stopped by a store that makes and sells blankets, scarves, and rugs. The showed us all the different patterns and taught us what some of the symbols mean. We also got to watch a man making blankets.


For lunch, we ate in another local restaurant. They served us this diced onion, peppers, and tomatoes salad thing (I basically hate all of those ingredients) and then another meat and vegetable stew. The second course was pretty decent, except there were more bones and fat than good meat again.

Katy and I with our tour guide

After lunch our guide took us to a local market were we had a little bit of time to shop around. I bartered for two scarves and a shirt. I was super bummed when I got home and realized the neck hole of the shirt is about the size of my pinkie and therefore is impossible to get on! :( I might try to do some altering back in the states so that the shirt will fit because it's super cute and very African. 

busing it back

After our mini shopping spree, we hoped back in the bus and headed to Cuenta so we could catch the ferry back. Katy and I read A LOT of our book for school on the way back! Once in Algerceries (after the ferry ride), we spent another 2 hours riding in another bus back to Seville. It was raining in Seville, but Katy and I didn't see a taxi, so we walked for about 20 minutes in the mist to the bus station. Since our bus to Seville didn't arrive until 11 ish, and the last train to Madrid left at 9:45, we had to take a bus back to Madrid. Our bus left at midnight from Seville and arrived in Madrid at 6:00 am. So Katy and I poped a sleeping pill each (first time doing that) and passed out.