Day 7

     For my final day in Morocco, I wanted it to go out with a bang. I quickly left for Chefchaouen to walk to the famous blue-painted streets. I learned they were painted by the Jewish refugees in the 1930s. They are still well-maintained and painted a gorgeous sky blue color. It was enchanting to walk through. On my way through I stopped by a Henna decorator in the streets. I had my hands and feet dyed a bright blue like the walls and then had patterns draw on them. I felt silly, but it was really beautiful. Unfortunately, the dyes last 1-2 weeks, so I'd be going back home stained. What a souvenir though. My stay in Cihefchaouen was brief, for I took another taxi ride to Tangier. My first stop was through the Hercules Cave. I took the natural-made trail to the sea, which had a stunning view. I suddenly felt the need to go back into the Moroccan waters one last time before I had to leave. The winter climate brought perfect temperature down on the beach, and the waves were perfect for surfing. After mediocre lessons, I decided to attempt to get into the water. It was lovely, but I tired easily. However, the camel ride on the beach and back to my taxi cab was interesting.

 My final meal in Morocco was Moroccan chickpeas and sweet potatoes (all vegetarian yet again.) apricots and cinnamon oranges followed for desert for a cool. Despite all my eating, I do believe a few pounds were shed from all the walking through this country. I was saddened to leave, but before I knew it I was boarding the airplane back in Rabat straight to Pittsburgh, a whole day flight. I'd return on the 23rd of December, just in time to show everyone my painted feet and new slippers for Christmas. It was an eventful trip.