Marruecos. Morocco. Land of beautiful scenery, potential popular photo on Instagram and selfies. Here is one to prove it...
First of all, I want to thank Daniela for telling me about this program, Priscilla for convincing me and my bank account for allowing me to go through the process. To think that I was so close in not going gets me upset because that would’ve been the biggest regret of my life.
I Spent two days total in Morocco— Friday night, Saturday and Sunday until about 9pm.
Blue City, bargaining, shopping, eating, henna, sangria (soda) party, bread, tea, biscuits, beach, sunset, Assila, more bargaining, camel riding, camel selfies… that is what I did that weekend.
The Blue City was just ridiculously awesome and unbelievable. I really felt like a smurf. I don’t understand what people find in big cities with skyscrappers and clear glass windows. Please visit Morocco if you are deciding whether to go to New York or LA for a vacation.
Moroccans are just the sweetest people in the entire universe. I am probably exaggerating but who cares. I was not harassed by an old man (well, I was hit on once I got off the ferry but that doesn’t count), no one looked at me weird for being American, and everyone wanted to start a conversation. They did try to overprice me with their goods but who can blame them? Americans don’t know how to bargain. Luckily for me, I have some type of New York and Dominican mentality in me and I did a great job bargaining. I got a 50€ duffel bag for 30€, 8€ sandals for 5€, 12€ rug for 10€ and some other things.
My rug came with a story:
This rug was handmade by a village girl named Fatima. The symbols on the rug represent peace and protection, which represents her needs in life. The colors are vibrant because she was young and energetic and wished of one day leaving her village in search of love, peace and protection.
Most of my bargaining were successful for one reason… I interacted with them, asked about their families, how they were doing and how they made their products. Also, I was probably the darkest American in the group so that came to my advantage. Everybody thought I was from Morocco or the city of Marrakech and waited for me to speak Arabic. Ha! This was in my favor because I got good deals!
Camel Riding: It was a sad yet beautiful experience. When it was my turn to get on, I found myself struggling because my legs were too short to reach over so the guy helped me get on. I had to get on the first camel, who had a muzzle and spit/foam all over it. He was the stubborn once. He refused to get up and when he did he refused to go down when the ride was over. Let me tell you, I was even called fat in this trip. Well not directly but the camel guy was laughing at me struggling to hold on cuz Mr. Camel was going tok fast and he goes “Oh Camel strong” and laughed. Are you saying I’m fat therefore the camel is strong? Hmm. Made me reevaluate my life and eating choices a little and I also began to analyze my pictures too much.
I didn’t eat dinner that night. Let’s just put it like that.
Do I really look that strong? I mean, my thighs look a little bit bigger than usual but I'm pretty sure this camel has carried more than my weight.
Can it be #timeforAfrica again?
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