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If there's one thing I've learned in Morocco, it's that food isn't just something you eat - it's something you share. It's a conversation, a gesture of welcome, a sign of care. Meals here don't feel rushed. They stretch out, often over hours, with pauses for more tea, more bread, more laughter. When I first arrived, I thought a dinner invitation at 7:30 meant we would eat around 8:00. Instead, we sat down closer to 9:30 - and didn't leave until after 11. It's not about gettin

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