We woke up groggy in Tangier, and stumbled off the train to find a taxi to the bus station. We asked the first driver that we saw, and he laughed and turned around to point across the street… the bus station was a 5 minute walk and we could see the signs from whet we stood.
We were three hours early to the bus station, so we focused on re-kindling our relationship at the bus station café (aka, read our Kindles for a couple hours).

The best breakfast money can buy…when that money is being spent in a train station in Tangier at 7am, that is
The bus to Chefchouen was long and winding, with pockets of rain. The most exciting moment was when Jess woke up Grant to show him the gaggle of storks out the window.
Upon arrival to Chefchouen we hopped a blue petite taxi cab (the have both small and large cabs with different rates) to our riad.

Getting to our room was like living in an Escher painting. Obviously Jess always went the wrong way…

We failed to take a picture of the inside of our sweet digs, but here’s the outside – we promise the inside was even nicer. And the shower looked like a dinosaur egg!
We quickly donned our rain jackets and set off to wander the blue streets!

Midway through our meanderings, we realized we hadn’t eaten in hours. Thank goodness there was 1-dirham bread to the rescue! (Also, the kid really didn’t want to be in this shot – right after I took it he sprinted halfway down the block – that’s his “go” face!)

A really friendly old man took this photo for us and got really into using the DSL. He also said, “Ahhh Obama! Big welcome!” when we said we were from the states. He was adorable and awesome!
For dinner we had more tasty tagines at the riad’s sister restaurant, followed by talk of working on the blog, which materialized into exactly no work on the blog… only sleeping. To be fair though, we did climb about 11 million stairs today.
-G & J


