I just got back from a weeklong trip in Morocco. Unlike the Badia, I'm not going to give you a play by play analysis of the trip. Instead, I'm just going to post a bunch of the pictures and ramble a bit about some of them. It is not going to be my best post by any means, but the pictures are pretty.
Sorry, but theres a lot of other stuff going on right now. This post will not be coherent.
In this trip, I learned about how much I hate being a tourist. Instead of being a visitor that could learn about the culture by immersing myself in it, I was a tourist that got to see sights, take pictures, and be a total outsider. We were treated like we didn't know anything about the Arab world, which was frustrating. Having said that, Morocco was pretty.
There were a lot of colors everywhere, there was ocean, there was french influence in everything (which was really confusing). People would speak to me in French and get really confused when I responded to them in Arabic.
I may add to this post later, but for now, I am writing a research proposal and can't get myself to do it. Sorry. Seriously, I'm sorry!
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| It's not really acceptable for men and women to be dating publicly, but on the beach, it was couples city. These guys were hidden under some rocks. |
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