This weekend I headed north to Chefchaouen and Akchour — two places that feel like they belong in completely different worlds, yet are only an hour apart. Chefchaouen, known as the “Blue City,” really lives up to its name. The walls, doors, stairs, and even flower pots seem painted in every possible shade of blue. I spent most of my first day walking through the medina, weaving between small shops filled with traditional clothing, Moroccan trinkets, and trays of freshly baked
