Wow. What an experience Africa was. I just returned from a weekend trip to Morocco and I am sick to my stomach with excitement. But actually, I am sick to my stomach. I returned last night and have been running to the bathroom countless times throughout the past 24 hours. Haven't left my bed for anything but the toilet. But what would an African experience be without a little sickness involved? It's all part of the African package. I wouldn't trade anything that happened on this trip to make this sickness go away. And out of all 6 of the people I traveled with, I was probably the one asking for it more than the rest. I was wayyy to obsessed with petting the wild, stray animals and eating as much fruit as posible. Probably not the best decisions, even though in the moment they sounded great.
So Thursday afternoon our flight from Madrid to Marrakech was at 2:30. Me, Alexandra, Julie, Detti, Joe and my friend from USC named Tyler all flew together. Tyler had come to Madrid all by his lonesome in order to join me and my friends in this adventure to Morocco and he fit into the Duke group perfectly. I'd say he is welcome back to Madrid with us or to Duke whenever he wants. After a few fights about appropriate clothing and an uncomfortable flight on RyanAir, we finally arrive in Marrakech. Detti had arranged for our tour guide to pick us up from the airport, so we all exchanged our euros for durhams and took off in his van into the central city of Marrakech. He dropped us off directly in front of these Moroccons wrestling on the ground. As if we weren't experiencing enough of a culture shock as it was, he wanted to make sure to put us directly in front of the fighting locals. Peeeerfect. Tyler and I were staying in a hostel while the others stayed in this nice hotel. We split our ways and we were to reconvene later in order to go out for a delicious Thanksgiving dinner in Marrakech.
Dinner was awesome though and we are all so thankful for being able to travel the world and experience all of these different cultures. It does not get much more unAmerican than celebrating Thanksgiving in Africa, however, we made it work and still were able to celebrate as a group and realize all that we are thankful for in our lives. I thought contrasting our blessed lives to the lives of these people in this third world country was a perfect opportunity to have a Thanksgiving, and as much as I missed my family I enjoyed being with some of my best friends in this program.
The next day we had to wake up very early to meet and go on our desert tour. I got a very bad nights sleep in the hostel because they do not have a reception desk so the hostel worker sleeps on the sofa directly in front of our bedroom. He then preceeded to yell the entire night in his sleep which freaked me out so badly that I could not sleep well. The beginning of our tour was us driving through the mountains on these scary winding roads and stopping frequently to take awesome pics. We also stopped at a few desert towns and explored a little. We bought turbines to wear on our camel tour that night and got a little ripped off since we weren't expereinced bargainers yet. Finally, after a while of driving we arrived to the desert where we met our camel friends. The camels were awesome for 5 minutes. Then they began to smell and spit and make gross stomach noises and all of our butts were rubbed raw from riding them for so long. I wouldn't trade the expereince for anything, but I do not think I will ever resort to camel as a form of transportation. We walked for about an hour and a half as the sun set towards our desert campsite. After what seemed like ages, we arrived to this very cool campsite with about 12 tents all set up for us to sleep in. These tents were legit, they had electricity and even power outlets. I had been complaining how my phone was going to die and I wouldn't be able to take pictures. I never would have guessed that they would have had power outlets inside the tent! And they were pretty heated since it gets so cold at night in the desert. They cooked all of us this delicious food and we drank tons of tea together. So random, but on our flight here we met these kids studing in Salamanca who were doing a similar tour as us. They ended up being at our same exact campsite and we were able to hang out with them for a while. After dinner the tour guides set up this bonfire and we all sat around while they played traditional desert tunes. It was so relaxing and such an intimite expereince. You could lay back and look up at all the stars and it was such a beautiful site. I loved how secluded we were from the civilized world and how you could look all around and only see nature and sand. It was a humbling experience. That night we all squeezed into the cozy tent and had a wonderful nights sleep.Next morning we were woken rather early to have breakfast and ride the camels back to the vans while the sun rose all around us. My little camel guy was so cute and we were in the back together. I named him Joey and the poor thing went sooooo slow. He was a cute little guy though. Never spit or made gross noises. My booty hurt pretty bad, but he had a nice hump which helped by not making it so unbearable.
We met the van drivers and said goodbye to our desert friends and once again we were off through the desert towns and the mountains. After stopping for lunch we switched vans and joined a bigger group. Little did we know that we were now with the crazy Moroccon mountain driver who had the need for speed. So imagine the windiest of winding roads you can imagine up alongside these huge, gigantic mountains. Now picture these crazy Moroccon flying in a huge van down, alone these roads. As much as an adrenaline rush as it was, I was not trying to die in Morocco by cliff diving. This dude was actually pretty experienced and we did thankfully survive the trip.
Once back in marrakech, Tyler and I switched from the hostel to the sweet hotel the others were staying in and we all finally showered after too many days of stinky desert sweat. We went shopping in the markets and learned how to bargain and ended up buying lots of gifts to bring back home to the States. We met up with the Salamanca kids, Conrad and Selena, and went to a rooftop dinner with them which was a lot of fun and delicious. It is really hard to find alcohol in Morocco since it is against the Muslim culture to drink. We were all exhausted so we went to bed after dinner. We didn't have much of a day the next day. Just woke up for breakfast and then took a van to the airport. After the flight home is when I began to feel pretty yucky. We killed it at McDonalds and ate everything on the menu when we got home. I ate way too much ice cream for a girl with a sick stomach and paid the consequences later back at home. Thankgoodness for Carmen who is the best host mom in the entire world and has taken care of me while I have been sick in bed all day. I missed my classses today and I have slept almost the entire day, minus the time to write this and eat a little something. Currently i am feeling much better and I only have one class tomorrow morning which I should be able to attend. I am really missing my mommy while I am stuck sick in bed and wish my family was here to tickle my hand. I know I will be home soon enough and I am lucky to have Carmen and Alexandra here to help me feel better :)
I am going to try and do some homework and watch some of the Walking Dead.
See ya later, alligator<3








