April Holiday: Morocco: Chefchaouen

We drove into the little town of Chefchaouen in the Rif mountains in the late afternoon, and the sun glinted off the white and blue buildings.  Until 1920, the town had been the refuge of Muslim and Jewish refugees from Spain, and Christians were forbidden on pain of death.
Unfortunately, to us the town seemed a little too much like a tourist trap and we mainly used it as a starting-off point for hikes.  The next day, we drove out to Akchour to hike to the Bridge of God - a pretty incredible natural formation above a huge gorge - and really scary to walk across!  My father was a boy scout growing up (he also practically lived in the Smokies), and these hikes, while not very difficult, gave us a great chance to be out in nature.  We ate that night at the incredible Auberge Dardara, where I highly recommend the goat with fig.
The next day we drove out, towards Tetouan and the Mediterranean coast...
(photo from here)