Hotel La Tour Hassan Rabat

... learn ANYTHING. and the instructor for the first two hours wasn't very good. he was a visiting professor from the university here in Rabat, and he didn't teach beginners very well. Plus, I don't need to know how to connect letters, I did stopped doing that in like October. The second block of instruction teacher was better, and was also a visiting professor form the university, but the problem was,he ...

... involved with that game. I want to remember this the next time I am convinced I have to have that new gadget or matching whatever. These kids have so little and are so happy with such basics - really they enjoy the attention more than anything. We had kids coming up to us showing off the pictures they'd colored, the necklaces they made from string and macaroni, etc. I showed one older boy my Moroccan Arabic language guide, and we ...

... all wore our CCS t-shirts so we could identify each other at the airport. Landing in Rabat, I looked out the plane's window and saw tall grass and trees just off the runway - it's like they just paved enough land for the runway and let the vegetation grow around it. We entered the terminal and promptly got into the wrong line for passport/immigration. Ten minutes later, we realized we were in the Moroccan citizens line and moved ...

... 150 local hires. I will oversee about 30 local maintenance guys including carpenters, plumbers, electricians, mechanics, gardeners and janitors. Washington is starting its long, hot, humid summer. Tourists crowd the public places. Politicians hightail it to wherever they go, except Cheney who's now a talker. Obama and Biden had lunch at a burger joint across the street from my apartment last week.

... to wide boulevards and imposing Hispano-Moorish and Art Deco buildings. About half the group went while the rest stayed in Rabat, and our last group member Tamara finally arrived. Explored the Medina - the oldest part of the town - and walked towards the mosque on the coast passing the famous Rick's Cafe (from the movie). The enormous and incredibly ornate Hasan II ...

For the drive between Chefchuan in the Riff Mountains to the Moroccan Capital, Rabat I rode up the front of the truck with Chris and Gary. No seat up there, so I was sitting on the middle console. My **** and back struggled to find anything resembling a level of comfort so I had to leave after a couple of hours driving. The only real reason for going to the Capital was to do the visa hunt for the countries of Mali and Mauritania. We ...

Deciding not to stay at the campsite due to its proximity to Rabat we pack up and get dropped into the city whilst Oliver and Jay go in search of alternative accommodation - hotel or campsite, which will it be??? I spend the day wondering with Rachel, Josh and Clara. Pretty boring city. Walked around the streets for a bit, jumped on the net, wondered through the Medina, which was pretty disappointing having just come from Fes, then had a ...

... round bread, some with sesame, that they've made at home and brought in to sell. They also sell different types of roti, chapatti type bread, pittas of all sizes and good ole fashioned baguettes. The counterfeit business is alive and flourishing in Morocco, and there were plenty of stalls tonight selling games, dvds etc. Rabat is definitely the most cosmopolitan and cleanest place we've been so far. We're going to stay here for 2 nights then decide where to go next. Laters

... construction and development of this city, these remains command more attention that the series of cranes dotting the coast, an impressive reminder about the past that prevents you from thinking only of the future. I personally have still not gotten used to this particular contrast. (Morocco is so full of them!) Standing on the Rabat beach I find myself rotating in circles, looking out at the calming scene of the Atlantic's waves crashing rhythmically against the rocks and ...

... perspectives on personal space, meals, family, and the overall idea of home. At some point I had decided that it would be a good idea to try to learn three different languages at once, two of which walk that perfect line of being just alike enough to confuse me, without any real ability to compliment each other. I feel like my head is being filled with words and sounds that will never be sorted out but only get more and more jumbled together until my entire brain is just a giant ...