"Look at the peaks!"

I think I mentioned in a post back in the fall that the translation of the name of a beautiful northern town -- Chefchaouen -- means "look at the peaks." It's apt. The Rif Mountains are lovely; they most certainly ought to be admired. But mountains, as we know, require more than just ogling, and so imagine my excitement when my landlord mentioned two or three months that he belongs to a hiking group. "You can come too, if you can keep up," he offered.

Oct-over? Already?

After a week or so of settling into the new apartment, it feels like Cath and I were here hardly at all during the last two.

Our extra-Fes excursions have been three-fold: to the nearby town of Azrou, to the Sahara Desert and to the small cities of Tetouan and Chefchaouen up north. Although the latter was an independent trip undertaken by just Cath and myself, the first two were organized for larger groups; together, I think that the trips encompass two rather distinct styles of travel.

Jebel Zalagh

A group of us went hiking today! We scrambled straight up the side of a small mountain next to Fes, of which there was a great view from the top. It was a beautiful day -- high-70s but somewhat overcast, so no blazing sun -- and truly lovely to spend a solid amount of time in the out of doors.