Each day in Morocco we have worked towards learning the important skill of expecting the unexpected. Today was my second to last day of normal class. We had a guest speaker in French, Abdelfattah Kilito, an author whose book we read early in the semester. Later I had a nice lunch and conversation with my friend, Adriane, made some weekend plans for the last week in Morocco, and set off for home. Then I ran into a good friend, who I hadn't seen in quite a while.
Khaled, who graciously accepted me and later me and friends, into his home for couscous and fun at the beach, was hanging around school. We started talking and after a while we head into the medina for some adventuring. I saw so many new things, and this is coming from someone who tends to head into the medina at least four times a week. He showed me back alley malls where there were nicer clothes for cheaper than on the main drag. I got to watch him do business for his shop back in Temara, and then we walked around the medina to the kasbah. I had been at the kasbah only yesterday, but while up there we decided to head down to the other side of the shore.
I had only been there once, early in the semester. Now, almost four months later it was so different. Not only is it hot, but it has huge waves. Gorgeous waves that look as if they are trying to prove to you the true power of the Atlantic. We had a great time and I came home sticky, sweaty, and exhausted, and with a few more memories for the pot. I spent the whole day wandering, without thinking of the internet or home. I guess the unexpected here is that there is still so much to notice all around me. Tomorrow the gang is going kayaking and then out on the town. It is time to celebrate our experiences and begin moving forward.
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