"Dashing through the fog covered streets, she had one thought only, if Hamish had moved on she would be stuck she lookedaround her, the faces of her children red tear streaked cheeks they had been on the move for what could be hours she knew they were terrified but what choice did she have! She looked over at Hattie the blood on her lip still visable, she had no choice."
Chefchaouen, Morocco: Nestled at the foothills of the Rif Mountain range, Chefchaouen sits quietly. Its blue walls are bursting in color with powerful yet calming energy. As you snake through the city’s slender cobblestone walk streets, an aromatic musk fills the air. In your wandering, Berber men donning colorful floor-length djellabas make proud attempts to sell you their wares — camel hair rugs, jewelry, bags, wool clothing…it’s all here, and it’s beautiful.