Another great thing about Chefchaouen: it is legal to grow marijuana there. Well...it's not illegal. As I have been told: the Rifis were the ones who did the majority of the fighting for Moroccan independence so the king looks the other way as they grow pot. I didn't see anyone smoking and we were instructed not to buy, but still...
We spent a couple hours after arrival walking through the market, though it was raining. I bought some gifts from a stall that had a tv broadcasting the Barcelona game so I stayed there a while and watched with the guys who owned it. One practiced his english a bit with me. It was a good time. They even switched the channel from Arabic to English for me. haha.
We all met back up to go to dinner. After Moroccan spaghetti this could be one of my favorite dishes: Pastilla. I have no idea what's in it. Spices, chicken, cabbage (?) and it's covered with filo dough and sprinkled with cinnamon and powdered sugar. SOOOOOO delicious!
It was raining pretty much the whole time we were in Chefchaouen (on and off) and the streets were like rivers. It was so cool. The riverbed, which I have been told is usually a trickle, was roaring.
After dinner we sat in the restaurant and talked a while. The people on the trip with us were all very nice and we got along really well. Lots of laughs and people to get a hold of when we travel to Grenada in about a month. When we returned to the hostal we sat in a room and held a little candlelight meeting about what was striking to us and our favorite moments and how we were changed etc. For me there wasn't anything super crazy. Turns out my college courses have been good and things are as I figure they will be, but the trip was AMAZING and it is so beneficial to go see in person and experience the people and their culture. Other people though were like, "my life is completely changed, my whole world-view has been turned upside down". Some crazy stuff.
Alan gave us all musk (from an antelope's gland?) and a desert rose (camel pee?) before we went to bed.
Woke up for a 7:00 walk through the city and up into the mountains before leaving.
The city is so beautiful. I like it a lot a lot a lot! 
The trip back was smooth. We had to split because the half going to the airport took the bus and the rest of us jumped into taxis to Ceuta, which is a Spanish city in Morocco, so we got to walk across the border to the port and took a much larger and nicer ferry across the Mediterranean.
Amazing trip and I can't believe I am back in Spain. It is kinda nice though because I am much more comfortable here than there and it feels a lot more like home now. Classes were fine today. After dinner some guys asked us about the trip and I told them I thought the food was better there and they were so offended. It was funny. One guy was just like, "you don't like the food here?" and he laughed about it.
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