Dar El Kebira Rabat

... 8221; (“pharmacy”) must have not understood. There is the effervescent and then there is an aspiring that you can stick up your bum. WHY?!?!?!?! Apparently they use it for babies mostly but some adults take it too. Some adults prefer it. It is the size of a dollar coin! How could that EVER be preferable? There are so many more horrible things that can be said about these but I will refrain from writing them down for my sake. I would be embarrassed to ...

... The bus was small, fitting only the 24 students on board and no more, and lacked a bathroom, a major problem. The bus left around 1030pm and attempted to drive straight through the night to make it to the Spanish port of Algeciras by 8am the next morning. Unfortunately the bus was extremely shaky which made it extremely hard to sleep through the night. We took a 45 minute stop at a rest area on the side of the road sometime around 230am (Spanish law requires ...

... still mulling over what I&#8217;ve just told him and then he utters, &#8220;Okay, I was thinking you are crazy.&#8221; Yep crazy. I don&#8217;t think it was the normal &#8220;hahaha&#8221; you are weird, I think he thought I should be institutionalized. <br><br>I slowly slid my camera back into its case in that manner only a woman scorned can do with such utter proficiency. I hung my head and shed a small tear and considered on what date I should hold the funeral for my dignity ...

... I speak no Italian so our common language is Arabic. We get on just fine. There are a few English words and a few gestures, but it&#8217;s lovely. <br><br>I had the revelation that learning to drive in Rabat would be terrifying. Well, mayhap not. I guess these people grow up seeing this, they may be prepared. Tomorrow, I plan on getting a few videos and pictures of traffic to allow the full extend of the trepidations to be realized by my American compatriots. <br> <br ...

... wasn&#8217;t just traveler&#8217;s diarrhea. This is interesting to me but to no one else, so I&#8217;ll wrap it up. Basically, I felt like I was going to die. And not the peaceful kind, the slow and painful kind. It was the worst 60 hours of my life. <br>Mama: I considered calling you just to hear your voice even though I knew you couldn&#8217;t come rescue me. But I decided that I would just give you a complex and make you worry. You should revel in ...

... thing." It's not really her fault I suppose, I didn't give her much reason to think I was intelligent. I froze up after the first hour after several blunders and I couldn't say basic words. After messing up, I kept apologizing for being awful and apologizing when I asked questions even though all my questions were posed in Arabic. Which is more than I did on university. I alway reverted to English (sorry Linda). In a day or two there will be another student ...

... of English. They're talkative and playful - it was challenging to balance the conversations so everyone would have a chance to talk - some members of the group overpowered others. On Tuesday, they brought a topic to discuss - plastic surgery! Once a week, they have a conversational English class and the teacher brought an article for them to discuss - it was about a woman who spent $100K on plastic surgery to look like a Barbie doll ...

On Sunday, we left Fes via train and headed to Meknes, which is a small town about 50 miles outside of Fes. From the Meknes train station, we hired two taxi drivers to take us out to Volubulus, which is a town/site of ancient Roman ruins. It was a 45 minute drive, and the scenery was beee-you-ti-ful. It was cramped, though, as we had six people crammed into our taxi! Our drivers waited for us at the ruins while we did a tour (with yet another ...

... Meknes back to Rabat (again, for 9 people!!) It took a long time! I'm afraid we held up the line at the train station - it's a manual process and took a bit of explaining to get the right tickets, times, etc. Anyway, we did it, and felt proud afterwards. The ticket seller spoke minimal English but he spoke more than many and, again, we got by with a combination of limited English, Arabic and hand gestures. After that, a few of us ...

... trip flights to Europe start at about $130. Morocco is 98% Muslim, generally regarded as the world's most liberal Muslim culture, whatever that means. Arabic is the official language, French is popular for business and tourism, and there is a Berber local dialect. The King is definitely in charge, 3rd in line after his father and grandfather, who took the country back from the French in ...