21, The North, Farewell Morocco

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First off, I would like to give a warm welcome to Peggy Thompson. Her daughter, Emily, joined us in Morocco two weeks ago (around the last time I updated) and Mrs. Thompson found the blog through googling UVa and Morocco. Thanks for being a fan.

Also, thank you to everyone who has sent me messages over the course of these six weeks. Sorry I have not responded (the blog website is strange about that) but I appreciate your messages.

Tomorrow is our last full day in Morocco. Since I left off we have spent a weekend of service at a circus school for street children, heard discourses from the advisor to the prime minister and an author of a book we read, went to a Morocco-Togo world cup qualifier game and probably spent the best weekend trip in the north of the country, Tanger and Chefchauon.

Oh, and I turned 21.

Until next time when I will be uploading some photos from Rome.

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Photos

Sleep
Not the Andy Warhol movie, but instead a short segment on Roger's napping abilities. Right before this I found an Arabic class standing outside of the room I left Roger in. I walked in to find Roger passed out on a line of chairs.

Sleep
Close up.

Sleep
And we move to McDonald's for...more sleep. And to meet Gifford! He had been in Morocco for 10 days and met him at McDo for an afternoon with the guys.

The Barbershop
You cannot get a haircut at The Barbershop. However, you can get the cheapest beer in Rabat, 13 dm for a Stork. Roger and I found it one day when I need a restroom on the way to the medina and we have been back a few times. We call it The Barbershop because it just has that sense of a bunch of guys sitting around shooting the breeze.

Rachel and Jane Latham
Wednesday night out on the town. Rachel, JL and I went to a nightclub with our host sister, Ihmane.

Le Camp de Feu
The guys. The night before our trip to the north we spent the evening at Mme Bargach's for a camp fire. It was a kind of a birthday celebration too.

Le Camp de Feu
In case the picture does not do it justice, Mme Bargach has BEAUTIFUL beachfront property.

Le Camp de Feu
The girls.

Campfire songs
What would a beach campfire be without a guitar.

I Love Folklore
This magnet was amazing. I never knew two Moroccan's could love folklore so much. Clearly I regret not buying this.

Another Man Tourism
This time only the air conditioning was broken.

Walk in field of dreams
JL and Christie in the field of sunflowers on the side of the gas station.

Assilah
A town on the way to Tanger. White and blue buildings with some nice artisan shops.

Assilah
Roger, me and Dylan.

Assilah
Fishing boats.

The Caves of Hercules
It's a bummer this picture won't rotate. This is a hole in the cave on the Atlantic that resembles...Richard Nixon. No, not really, it actually resembles Africa.

Atlas Shrugged
Huge!

Raise the Roof!
Me and Hercules throwing up ten for gods.