This weekend I went to Rabat, the capital of Morocco, with the BC boys and Sams (also known as the BC/Sam group - I was absent during the formation of said groups and am not quite sure where I belong during this whole exchange experience, so am just going to smile and love everyone, as usual.) Around 3:30 on Friday, after our classes and some interview Jeff had for Arrupe, we set off for the Grand Taxi station. It's about a 20 minute walk that I spent chatting with Selim about Palestine and Israel. It was interesting to hear his perspective; I personally don't know where I stand on the issue anymore or how to proceed. Right now all I can say is that I harbor a lot of frustration and annoyance at the perpetual injustices.
Anyway. That aside. We arrived in the marcha (the market, that's what we call it? Mar-shay. My roommate told me that's how it's spelled, don't look at me.) and it was a giant MESS. The entire place was swarming with people trying to grab taxis, and for a group of 6 (six people to a taxi), it was hard. We ran alongside incoming taxis yelling the number six in Arabic and in French, to no avail. We were in a bit of a time crunch; the plan was to take a cab to Meknes and then get on the train for Rabat. However, if we didn't get a taxi soon enough, we'd end up missing the train and having to stay in Meknes. We were considering alternatives when Haverford-Sam (there are two Sams) managed to negotiate a trip straight to Rabat. We were off!
Three hours in the front seat of a car designed for five next to a boy that is probably a foot taller than you is a bit uncomfortable, but it got the job done!
We arrived in Rabat around seven, I think, and eventually made it to our hotel. We divided up three per room and then scoured the Medina for dinner. We ended up buying a sandwich filled with mysterious meet, and then buying a pastry that looked like a chocolate covered chocolate chip cannolie.... and it was DELIICOUS. After that, we strolled around downtown Rabat (that was absolutely quiet on Jummah night) and took pictures, eventually stopping for tea.
Back at the hotel we alternated between playing hearts and doing homework, like good students!
Next day we left the marcha bright and early. We grabbed some bread and honey from a lady for breakfast. Was absolutely delicious! We had the same next time.
MAJOR INTERRUPTION. I have homework and friends just made me dinner, so I have to bail for LIFE, but this is what I did in pictures:
so like bad things happened to my hand just now...I managed to jam the middle of my knuckles between two table corners (I am fucking creative you know? whether it be with paints or injuries) Rabat looks quite pretty and I see some good material that you can pair with poetry after you come back and have time. If Northeastern successfully manages to makes an Arabic minor, I am so squeezing that into my crazy major/minor plan too :P
MSA beautiful pictures, maybe u can fill in the blanks about the pics later....love you
ReplyDeleteAlo' Sallam :D
ReplyDeleteso like bad things happened to my hand just now...I managed to jam the middle of my knuckles between two table corners (I am fucking creative you know? whether it be with paints or injuries) Rabat looks quite pretty and I see some good material that you can pair with poetry after you come back and have time. If Northeastern successfully manages to makes an Arabic minor, I am so squeezing that into my crazy major/minor plan too :P
good times <3
Hey I just listened to the video and the toast to me! That is so nice, thank you guys.
ReplyDeleteCheers :)