I have started and restarted this post so many times, because despite the fact that every conversation here uses at least 2-4 different languages at once, I can't manage to find the words to describe this city. Every time I try, it comes out in the form of abstract, obscure poetry.
One of my housemates, a girl from Paris, said to me in my first week "Tangier is not a city that anyone just comes to visit. Everyone has a reason or a purpose for being here."And I think it's true. This is a place full of artists, eccentrics, intellectuals and wanderers. No one normal comes to Tangier.
I am still trying to figure out where I belong in all of this- what is my purpose for being here? Yes, I have an internship at the Cinematheque de Tanger, which has proved to be an incredible way to meet the most inspiring people and join a wonderful community.
But something tells me that cooking all day is not the only reason I'm here. I'm feeling creative again. Like I want to paint, dance, write a book, whatever. The sounds, tastes, smells and air of this city is seeping into my pores and fueling my inner artist.
See? I told you all I can write here is abstract and obscure.
Like always, it's the moments that make up a place.
This seems to be the only way I can accurately describe anywhere I go...
The intoxicating smell of fresh baked pastries wafting up from the chimneys below my terrace in the morning.
The markets full of overflowing, beautiful fresh fruits and greens, burlap sacks of flour and grains and slabs of dead animals hanging by their feet (don't worry, I plan of having a whole post dedicated to just the food here).
Pinks, yellows, blues and greens everywhere you go that make you realize why Matisse spent so much time here.
Drinking a dangerously sugar-filled mint tea at Café Hafa, looking out over the gorgeous blue that meets the Mediterranean sea with the Atlantic.
Waking up almost every early morning at 5am to the haunting sound of monks singing or chanting through speakers spread out all over the city.
I am completely humbled by Tangier. However, it is starting to feel a little more familiar. It's actually starting to feel a little more like home.