Chefchaouen is known for being the country's best place to dance with Mary Jane. Having been offered to smoke more than I had when I was in Jamaica, I became curious to see the farms. I took to the mountains in search of weed and waterfalls. I met this friendly farmer on my way who kindly pointed me in the right direction. With a few shepherds and numerous goats and sheep as my companions, I marched up to the cascades. It was quite a journey to get there, so I rewarded myself with a nice bath in the ice-cold spring-fed waterfalls. The ensuing air bath was also quite refreshing as I felt like I was really getting back to nature.
On my way back down, Mr. Farmer yelled at me from his roof, inviting me to his house. Our 30 second conversation was significant enough for him to invite me in for lunch and hot mint tea. I then asked him about his farm. He was quick to point out the weed that was cleverly hidden in a mint patch. I guess the police have been cracking down on production in the area. The crop brings in much more money than any other, so it's kind of a bummer that the man's interfering.
It reminded me of the Cottonwood Canyons. Eerie how places have such striking similarities.
Everything in this city is painted in beautiful hues of blue. Combining the calming effects of blue with a city where everyone's high made for a relaxing weekend retreat.
The spice rack of my friend, Ibraim. He kissed me more times than my mother has my whole life...and my mom kisses a lot. He repeatedly said, "I want to give you my love. I want to smell you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you." This all because he said I had good energy. Which I do. He's right. And I'm hott.
Actually, it was all part of his show to get me to buy something from his shop. His compliments were unceasing. "You have good luck. God gave you a great heart, a nice personality, a beautiful face and a beautiful stomach." He then proceeded to lift up my shirt and kiss my belly. It was without a doubt the most interesting shopping experience I've ever had. I've never shared that much physicality with another man before. I was laughing so hard at his constant encouragements, "You're going to sleep really well tonight because I'm giving you so much love." I slept like a baby. I woke up every hour and cried. I was laughing too hard at the abnormal experience I'd just had.
Thanks for the mint tea and the lovin' Ibraim! Grandma's going to love her present.
I feel like I just read an excerpt from a soft core pornography novel. Twas almost as refreshing as an air bath right after a skinny dip.
ReplyDeleteThat spice rack is insane! I think mom would never let you cook or kill you if you owned that thing. That is super cool though. When you're in Morocco, do as the Moroccans do. So what the heck were you thinking not getting stoned?
ReplyDeleteHaven't you ever heard the term, "what happens in Morocco, stays in Morocco?" Smoke the weed!! Also, are you sure that you were drinking mint tea? It very easily could've been marijuana tea! Ha ha, that is funny!! When I was in Peru I had tea with our hostel owner. I don't really love tea, but didn't want to be rude, so I drank it. It wasn't until later that I learned I had been drinking cocoa tea. As in, what they use to make cocaine with!! I guess the cocoa leaves (cocaine) help altitude sickness. So, does that mean I have done cocaine?
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