Morocco: I didn’t know what to expect, but I’m pretty happy with what I got

So maybe it was all those months of faithful blogging from Peru, but I was beginning to feel that I could not pass a week in Morocco without sharing with you all.  So far, Rohan and I have travelled to Tanger (on the north coast-you can see Spain across the channel) and to Fes(a big city more or less in the center of the country).  Tomorrow we will make our way to one more small city called Meknes and then make our way back to Tanger for a flight out on Saturday..  Quite a quick trip, but certainly worth it!  Below are some excerpts of some writing Ive done.. an informal blog, if you will, to give you all an idea of what its like here (one of my favorite parts of traveling.. teaching other people about it)   🙂
All in all, it is hot (yay!), people are kind (seeing children interacting with their parents is particularly endearing), and I have yet to feel threatened or nervous (dont worry, dad!).  People here speak Arabic and French (im getting really good practice and actually surviving with what i know in french-yay!) and sometimes people also speak spanish and english.  Architecture is beautiful and the Muslim religion is apparent everywhere, from the mosques, to the prayers over loud speakers throughout the cities 5 times a day, to the women dressed traditionally, some fully in robes with their heads and faces covered, but most just in a pretty robe (all are different and colorful and beautiful) and maybe a scarf on their head.
Tanger is beautiful; a small, seemingly new city.  A pristine peaceful airport awaited our arrival – soft music almost echoing through the deserted hallways.  Every shop was closed except for the money exchange.  The air smelled different;  Thick, warm, not unpleasant;  At first, it looked like a desert.  Maybe it still does.  i just saw camels lying in the sand – but quite at contrast with the main street full of shops and cafes.
Tanger during the day is deserted streets and noisy beaches.  Guys in bathingsuits, shirts off, playing football; Children running, screaming, swimming, playing; Young girls in long dresses as if they were bathing suits, swimming; Women with their heads and bodies fully covered in muslim tradition.
Tanger at night is everyone on the main streets, talking walking; Children playing until 12pm or later with cheap plastic toys or the balloons that their parents have bought them from street vendors.  There are palm trees lit by street lights and a cool breeze.  Overall happy, relaxed, and respectful.
Moroccan breakfast: a sort of dense, unsweetened cornbread served with ample soft butter and apricot marmelade – accompanied by an orange juice, some warm milk (no thanks) and a wonderful serving of sunlight on our hostel roof.  From my perch, I can see the top of a dry, tree-spotted hill in the distance, some other nearby rooves with satelite dishes and laundry hanging, a few people walking about on the streets below (but not many since it seems that most people wait until about 5pm when it is cooler to begin their errands/daily life), a rotary being constructed and directly next to the hostel, a giant hole in the ground where a new building is soon to be.

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