After Wallace Stevens
I went on vacation with my girlfriend (Sam) in May. We started in Spain with her family and then ferried over to Morocco. I was hoping to graduate before then and have it be a fuck-yes-I’m-done-trip, but the computer had different plans so it was more of a fuuuuuck-but-fuck-it-trip.
We crossed from Tarifa. Everything you read says that Algeciras, the other point of departure, is a total clusterfuck. Tarifa, they say, would be a much nicer place to stay if the ferries were cancelled all day due to high winds, which is cool because that’s what happened. It was insanely windy on the beach while we waited for the ferries to start running again. The streets and beaches were basically empty except for this couple and their puppy. It was great. We got out of Europe @ 9PM and arrived in Tangier on the late night and blasted immediately to Chefchaouen.
We didn’t have a ton of time in Morocco so we stayed in Chefchaouen basically the whole time. If you google image search Chefchaouen, it’s a lot of tight little blue streets in the medina. Sam likes blue and Chefchaouen means “horns,” (referring to the mountains directly above the town) and I’m a fan of mountains–so it seemed like a good spot to say fuuuuuck-but-fuck-it for a while. It was. This shot is from a restaurant in the medina with a roof deck. It was called Aladdin or Magic Lantern or maybe both. We’re big fans of roof decks, and restaurants with roof decks. There was a restaurant with a roof deck in Istanbul called Doy Doy, and we used to go there every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Cheap Adana Kebab and an epic view. This place had cheap tagines and an epic view. Don’t order the mint tea though, it’s suuuuper sweet which is great since I love sugar, but the bees love sugar, too, and they’re not shy. We spent my birthday on this roof deck.