Until now, I have been praising the beauty and uniqueness of Morocco. Along the way, I met many people and experienced many things. I have to say that I deeply love the culture of this country and the people here.
But of course, it is worth mentioning that not all experiences are good. But all the good and bad experiences on the road will become memories in the future, so I am grateful when I encounter good things, and I also face and accept them when I encounter bad experiences. Moreover, I am willing to record all my experiences. For better or worse, what I have experienced is also an experience in life.
Chefchaouen, the city of blue 💧
A few years ago, I often saw such refreshing photos on social media platforms: narrow streets, chic houses, all painted in various blue colors, or dotted with bright potted flowers. The rich Arab style makes people fascinated at first sight, can’t help but yearn for it. Looking at the source of the photo, I learned that this is the small town of Chefchaouen in Morocco. Since then, I have been thinking about Morocco, thinking about this fascinating town，and finally, I am here.
On the first day I arrived in Chefchaouen, I couldn’t wait to rush out to take pictures. The beauty of Chefchaouen, one of the three famous blue cities in the world, did not disappoint me. The weather was not very good that day, the rain was a little heavy, and some sections of the town were very slippery. However, I did not feel very disappointed. There were few tourists in the rainy old city. There were only night cats and city residents passing by in the empty streets. Everything seemed extraordinarily quiet and beautiful. After several hours,I took the camera’s memory card full in the old city, and then went back reluctantly.
Then on the way back to the hotel, I encountered something that made me feel very sad. When I walked to a lawn, I saw many goats standing up and eating the leaves on the trees. As a person who has lived in cities since childhood, I rarely have the opportunity to meet animals and learn about their habits, so I couldn’t help stopping to watch this scene for a long time.
At this moment, a few little girls rushed out from the hillside by the road, carrying in their hands, the wild fruits and unknown plant branches which are just picked up. These girls enthusiastically gave us wild fruits, and one of them gave me shyly the branches in their hands.
I was so happy that the folks here were simple and honest, and the children were warm and kind, so I took out the candy I took with me and gave them as a gift. The children were very happy to see me take out the candy. They swarmed up and quickly divided up all the candy and waved goodbye to us.
As I waved goodbye to them, I saw one of the girls hesitating and seemed to want to say something. I thought she may had some trouble, so although it is difficult for us to communicate due to the difference of language, I asked her whether she is ok by using my body language.
The girl hesitated again and again, gesturing at me like counting money. I actually did not get her at first, until she did the gesture again and again, and my mom said: “It seems like she wants money from us”. I was shocked and sad because I always thought that Chefchaouen is the city which is far away from crowd and had not been overly commercialized. Also, the children here should be well protected and relatively innocent. Especially after receiving their fruits and branches, I think the folk customs here are simple, so when she suddenly asked us for money, I was also very puzzled.
When I took out the money for her, an older child saw the scene. She rushed over and beat the girl’s hand and seemed to blame her. But the girl hesitated and ran away with money. After she left, the older child looked very upset. She turned and asked the other children to give me rest of the wild fruits in their hands. I guess she wants to compensate me, after all, I believe they really like us. I took the fruit and told her it was okay before they left, but my mood could not be calmed for a long time.
When we left the hotel the next day, we crossed that road again. I saw the girl who asked me for money standing on the side of the road and do the same gesture to the tourists. Although it was still a bit awkward, I didn’t think she was hesitating now.
On the way out of Chefchaouen, I couldn’t help wondering whether my behavior misguided her, and maybe giving money was not the most appropriate way to help her solve the problem. I made her realize in the wrong way that one can get something for just begging. I felt sorry and bad.