I'll do another year in review (plus a half one for 2015!!!!!) but this summer I am in Morocco for 6 weeks. I had the lovely pleasure of having nearly 48 hours of straight travel (I had to sit and think rather hard about what day it even was before I started writing this...), and I have been on planes, trains, and automobiles.
I met up with the wonderful Sarah in Madrid, and whille it was only breakfast, I enjoyed the catching up and lots of hugs that were shared.
Having made it to Marrakesh (pronounced Ma-rock-ish), I was dismayed to learn that my luggage had not made it with me. While I was (obviously) upset at having made it this far only to have my luggage disappear, I was honestly more upset that a. my Chacos were in there along with my trusty b. Hans Wehr.
I lucked out though and my friends from the program here were there at the airport. Adam, Dana, and Samia were all waiting for Fatim to pick them up. She was gracious enough (and her wonderful father) to take their luggage and go to the hotel. I didn't end up staying with them in Marrakesh, but we went out for lunch/early dinner and I had my first experience with a tagine (ta-jean), which was delicious. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture.
Afterwards they took me to the bus station where I took a bus to Agadir (where I'll be staying) and pretty much slept the whole ride down.
I felt very much the accomplished traveler that a. I was able to sleep and b. was able to successfully navigate getting a taxi, and finding the hotel on my own.
I got a pleasant surprise when going to my hotel room as I noticed that Anthony was in the lounge area on his computer. He's the last member of our group. So yay! Familiar faces!
So here I am, safe and sound, and I'm going to go pass out.
