Chefchaouen "Look, peaks!" La ciudad azul en las montañas
There is something very compelling about the connection I was able to create with the storeowners here. We were united by a language that was foreign to both of us: Spanish. How beautiful! And thanks to the Sara and Jihane, who showed us the ropes in the Medina in Rabat, I felt confident bargaining in Chaouen the next day. They were so hospitable, inviting us into their stores, eager to tell us about all their products, even after making clear we were not going to buy anything. Still, they insisted to show us how to wear a turban or a gilabi for example. Time is not money in Morocco (Nor in Spain, which I LOVE). They seem very people/relationship-oriented, which is what the title to my blog refers. If the storeowner did not have the product you wanted, they would ask if you had time and run to another store to retrieve another style or model. As we were already late for meeting our group for dinner, (well, I suppose on-time for Morocco) I had to decline the offer, telling him, "tenemos prisa." He plopped down in his chair, sighing the phrase above I have come to realize is so true. Hurrying kills.
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