We hit the ground running, or driving I guess i should say. As soon as we touched down in Casablanca, we were greeted by Hassan, our driver, and the Mercedes sprinter van which would become home for the next week. We were to spend our first night in the north in a city called, Chefchaouen, or the Blue City. A drive which was meant to take 3 hours ended up taking 8, but if I’ve learned anything from all of my travels it is that the JOURNEY is the DESTINATION. It’s never about where you are going to end up, because that just takes you out of the beauty and wonder of the present moment. 


We had planned on having an entire day to explore, but had to squish it all into 2 hours, before our Hamam and dinner, of course. So we dove into the streets of the blue, which eerily reminded me of being in Mykonos just a few months prior. The windy walk streets were each slathered with a slightly different shade of cerulean, periwinkle or sky blue, and were decorated with all kinds of gifts and gags. We strolled around, and ended up in a castle, that overlooked the city. We got the chills as we walked through an old prison, and tingles in our toes as we escalated the steps to the very top of the castle’s tallest tower. 


What I really want to share with you all is my experience of the traditional Moroccan Hamam. I was ushered into a stone room by a sweet woman in all black. I laid on a large stone bench, and was hosed down with a hot blast of water. She came to me and with such precision and care, began to scrub my entire body. She took care, cradling my neck to one side, as she scrubbed behind my ears, all the way down until she was tickling between my toes. Once more, she sprayed me down, this time removing layers upon layers of the old me. She proceeded to rub clay into my skin, and now it was my turn to lay and rest. 

I understood her, even though we did not speak the same language. 

By the end, when it was time for our final wash, nearly an hour after steaming, scrubbing, eucalyptus and clay masking, she motioned for me to strip all the way down. It was so freeing, like I was really letting go of that final layer that needed to be washed away. In that moment I let go of shame and fear and embarrassment, and allowed myself to embody the perfection of self. Self love, self care. These are things we often forget, or are made to feel bad about practicing. I urge you to please, LOVE YOURSELF. Remind yourself of how wonderful you are, and that it is more than okay to receive love. I love you. Off to Fes.



The energy is different here. Immediately I feel soothed. I pick up on subtle shifts of light, and white orbs that flutter around the island.

It feels more ancient. Like too much happened, and not too much since then. Which is a good thing.

The land, from what I see, is sparse and spread out. It is rocky and steep. We climb the mountain, as the roads wind up higher and higher, peering over the sea, and the crests of the waves fade into the distance.


It's not what I imagined from all of the photos I've seen, but then again we didn't make it to Oia this time. (2 days is not long enough in Santorini)

The view is breathtaking. It's the kind of sight that stops the otherwise incessant train of thoughts dead in its tracks. It's expansive and everlasting.

The horizon is speckled with rocky islands made of pumice stone, and the ocean is sprinkled with boats of all sizes. The sky feels so wide, like its stretching it's arms out wide to embrace you. When the sun sets, the sky morphs through lavender, pinks, fuschias, fiery oranges, and then dips behind the mercurial blue.

The island feels like a place that angels would reside, and I'm sure they do. You can feel their protection veiled around you as you slide through the streets.


There is often romantic music wafting out of restaurants and shops, and there is an abundance of delicious and fresh food to be eaten... Over the course of 2 and a half hours and at least 1 bottle of wine.

As I sit nestled into a corner of the huge ferry vessel back to Mykonos, my soul feels like it has been cleansed of the business of the world. I feel calm, still, steady.

Santorini - I will be back.