I have crafted a list of most-desired locations to visit.
In alphabetical order:
Australia
Brazil
Egypt
India
Kenya
Peru
Thailand
Where do you want to go? Put it in the comments!
Category: Travel Plans
Europe, Here I Come!
Tomorrow begins my week-long Euro travels! I wasn’t getting very worked up about it until it hit me today that this is my first trip like, alone alone. Before I was with a group or had someone waiting to meet me/pick me up but this time it’s all me. And my gigantic luggage. Getting from place to place is NOT going to be fun, but hopefully I find my way from the airport to the hostel without incident. Cross your fingers. And be thinking of and praying for me tomorrow at 9am CST/ 7am PST, because (if I did my math correctly) that’s when I’m going to be finding my place in Rome.
The plan is as follows: tomorrow, flight from Casa to Rome. Rome for three days. 21st, flight from Rome to Paris. I’m coming back to the states on the 24th.
Internet may be quite intermittent so keep checking here for updates but also don’t be surprised if LRL goes through a little dry spell. Love you all! Talk to you soon!
My Bus Station Friend
Arabic yesterday was just abysmal. I am so grateful that today is my last session (except for the final tomorrow). I don’t think I’m going to continue it when I get back to the US, and I am very OK with that. Whenever school ends, regardless of whether it was a good semester or a bad semester, its always a good feeling.
On a happier note, I have my hostel all booked in Rome!! Now I just have to find a way to get to the airport on Saturday. Apparently if I take a taxi its going to cost me 600DH. That’s almost a hundred bucks! No way. There must be a cheaper way. CTM bus? Get my host dad to drive me? The problem is that Casablance is a little more than an hour from Rabat. I don’t want him going out of his way, especially when he a) picked me up from the bus station at 5AM on Sunday and b) already went to Casablanca once this week to pick up a relative visiting from Canada. I know how unpleasant that many hours on the road in a week can be.
Oh yeah, also, speaking of the bus station at 5am. So, I asked my host dad to pick me up at five, and since Pete is staying with my host dad’s brother, he usually gets a ride as well. So anyway, the bus got in at 4:30 instead of 5 so we had a good half hour to kill waiting for our ride… Some Moroccan guy nonchalantly asked for the time, in French, so I showed him what time it was on my phone, and he asked if I spoke French, and unfortunately I said yes… so, for the next half hour, this guy talked “our” ears off (really, just mine because Pete couldn’t understand) about every topic under the sun. I couldn’t tell if he was drunk, because he didn’t smell like alcohol, but the way he was jumping from topic to topic was so strange that I didn’t think he was thinking normally. Anyway, first, he said that his dad was in Europe (or something; I couldn’t really understand) and asked Pete and I over to his place to hang out. So awkward. I told him we were waiting for our uncle. He asked if I was married to Pete. Again, I should have said yes, because then he might have left us alone. When he found out I was single, he was like half-hitting on me, half-asking me to convert to Islam. The whole conversation was just very strange. He told me all about how he smokes and he knows he shouldn’t, but when he dies he’s getting a new body and it all won’t matter. Then he started talking about how Nicolas Sarkozy is nothing more than a janitor who picks up the trash off the street. Stream of conciousness. FINALLY after, again, half an hour of listening to this guy talk about nothing in particular, he went off to his apartment which was “really, just two blocks from here, I swear,” and left us in peace. We were finally picked up and made it home. This guy was just really strange.
My Friend Staci 