I just wanted to begin by saying i'm sorry. I'm sorry because what i am about to write can not even come close to how amazing and incredible the 4 days in Morocco were. I can try to write pages and pages of my experience, and all that happened, but there is no way to capture the feeling. No way to describe the pure happiness that i felt in this amazing place. I will, however, do my best and try to tell you all i can in the best detail possible. Ravi, Marica and I left for Morocco on the 23rd of October, the beginning of our 18 day Mid-Term break, which luckily for me i didn't have any. So we were on our way to the airport, and we accidentally got off on the wrong stop of the Malpensa Express and were in some random town. We found this guy from Denmark and we all got in a cab because he was late and made the same mistake we did. This guy was like super late for his flight, and once he got to the airport he had to run, and didn't even pay us! It was evil, we were not really sure if he was planning on ditching us for the taxi or really late, but anyway, he was evil. So we got on our flight, and got into Marrakech. The feeling of walking off that plane was so cool, looking around, and knowing that i was in Africa! It was so cool, Africa was already like my favorite place and i haven't even got in yet! We went through customs, and when i went through the guy saw my passport and looked at me funny, and then said "McCain or Obama?" i was like wow, pretty straightforward. Well i kinda knew what he wanted me to say, so i said "Obama" he then smiled and let me through. I thought that was pretty funny. We left, and tried to find a taxi to take us to our hostel, we found this guy who spoke a little Spanish, because we pretended we were Italians who spoke Spanish, because Americans may not be the best liked people here haha. So we got in and talked in Italian and Spanish to get us to the hostel. In Marrakesh, the streets were really small, and the taxi couldn't go the whole way, so he stopped outside and ally and told us we had to go in. We were like uh-oh, but he walked us a little while, then gave us to some really small guy. We were walking with this random guy, in the dark alley of Marrakesh, and for some reason i loved every second of it. I know i should of been scared, but it was just so cool, such a awesome experience. It looked exactly like how i pictured Africa to be, and i was there! So we finally got to our hostel, and as it turns out, the place was really nice, and it was called the Casa Del Sol. The guy who was working there, Mustafa, was such an amazing and friendly guy. He sat us down, introduced us to the most amazing tea on this earth, Mint Tea, and asked what we planned to do. We told him that we were going to do a 2 day 1 night tour into the desert. He looked at us and was like no, don't do that, you should either do the 3 day 2 night, or just spend your time in Marrakesh, because in the one we were planning on doing, it didn't go into the Sahara, just outside. Wow, am i glad we listened to him. It was like the best decision ever. So we all went to bed after because we had to meet for the tour around 7 in the morning. I was so excited i could barely sleep. However, at 5 in the morning, we heard this crazy sound, i thought it was an alarm, but it turned out to be the prayers over a speaker system across the city which went off at certain times of the day so people could pray. Not knowing about that was a little freaky, and i thought it was like a fire alarm or something, but it was all good. So i went back to bed, woke up two hours later, and began the most amazing three days ever.
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It doesn't compare to the trip, but that's a pretty accurate summary of our first day.
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