We headed north towards Tetouan and pulled off the road and down onto the rocky bank of a turquoise river. We parked the car and headed off on foot further downstream to a sunny spot where the water was deep enough to swim in. After a while in the water, we dried off on the rocks and headed back in the car to continue even further north to the beach of Oued Lau, a small seaside town on the Mediterranean coast, where we spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach.
On my way coming out of the water I felt something that felt like a blade slide across my shin. The sensation was confusing and I didn’t think much of it until I got back to our towels and noticed a slight rash forming on the front of my ankle. I had heard that the Mediterranean was filled with jellyfish, so I’m guessing that this is what happened. Luckily, I must have just barely brushed up against it with my leg and I had no lingering discomfort aside from some slight swelling.
Later on in the afternoon, we ordered espressos on the beach before packing up once more. Our friend Noémie had two hours before she had to catch a flight from the Tangier airport back to Paris, so we hopped back in the car and headed east along the coast towards Tangier. Though a close call, Noémie made her flight and in celebration the rest of us decided to continue down the coast back towards Rabat and find a place to jump into the Atlantic. The sun was low in the sky by the time we found a nondescript little dirt path off the highway and followed it to the beach. We scrambled out of the car and ran onto the sand and into the water just in time to watch the sunset over the ocean.