Into Africa, the wildest weekend of my life.

I was way tired night I packed to go to Morocco, and I forgot to pack my camera, which sucked because I saw some cool stuff. However, this blog is only account of my trip to the continent of Africa, so I am including everything.
The boat from Spain to Morocco was the nicest boat that I have ever been on. We passed the rock of Gibraltar, people live on that thing. A buddy of mine and I talked about how we would throw some crazy parties on that rock. We landed in a Spanish city and crossed the border into Morocco. We were on a bus so we all just passed out Passports forward, but the normal security looked intense. The first city we visited was an authentic Moroccan village. Mohammad, our guide, said that the water was fine, but I did not use more than necessary to brush my teeth and take my medicine. For dinner the first night we had stew, lemon chicken, and fruit (everything is in courses there). Every ware in the town there were natives trying to sell us Hash. Chilling with my friends in a hotel room listening to natives being called to prayer was an amazing experience. The second city was a larger Moroccan city settled by the Spanish and was later a heaven for the Jews for Israel was created. We visited the markets and a pharmacy, I got Craig something that I think he will like at the pharmacy, there was one market called the aphrodisiac market. Mohammad gave us ¨Moroccan Viagra,¨ dates, in the street. The fresh dates were very good. For lunch we had Kous-kous and kabobs. Out side of the restaurant they were all kinds of vendors selling all kinds of stuff. One man kept on hassling my buddy and I. We told him that only thing that we would buy from him was the shirt off of his back. He proceeded to tell us that there were no men in America, only little boys. I think that he meant this to be a hard-core insult. I felt for this part of the world. In a few weeks I will be back in my cosy house in Woodstock, Georgia. The people there will still be living the same way. It makes me remember something that Father Pat always said, if you were born in the U.S.A., than you won the lottery. We also visited a carpet factory. All of the carpets were hand made, and took four months to make. They were for sale, but I declined. I don’t know what I would do with one of those rugs, it would be the nicest thing by far in my Milledgeville apartment. More anti-Americanism awaited us in Tanger. We took a walking tour of the city. I thought it was very nice, but apparently it shady, and I did not even know it. Roberto, our Madrid tour guide that was playing tourist for the weekend, was almost pick-pocketed. Mohammad stopped the thug. Natives were making cat calls towards the women in our group and telling us to go back to America. I did not see any of this, just heard about it. Some children came up me and spoke in French. I had no idea what they were saying, so I just walked on and avoided eye contact. For dinner, we had some crazy pie thing full of meat, and veal, which was good (sorry animal rights folks, but not as bad as the bull fight). One of my fellow students was pulled up with a belly dancer at dinner and forced to put on the garb as well.
I will probably never return to Africa. It was a good experience, but not one that wanted to last for longer than two full days. I was so happy to back in Madrid, and will be even happier when I return to the Georgia. At dinner in Madrid on Monday night, I had a long conversation with a one the professor’s husband. It seamed as though the two of them had been all over the world. I want to seam like that one day, but if my trip to Morocco has taught me anything it is that these things must be spaced out, and one time is enough for many places.