Blog Post 3: Shepard

My biggest fear as I embarked on my journey in Morocco was not living in the moment. The month would whiz by, fading into a vague memory in a couple of years. I wouldn’t have the life changing experience I was promised. Luckily, there isn’t much room for daydreaming in Rabat. In the Ville Nouvelle, crossing the street involved lots of running across places without crosswalks. And in the medina, you needed to be on the lookout for motorbikes squeezing through crowds of people. Plus, it’s not like I had any desire to drift off into another world. The one I was in amazed me. The market was filled with towering mosques, ornate fountains, and smells of grilling meats and spices. We met a very kind old friend of a Lakeside teacher who gave us keychains with Arabic calligraphy. That night at dinner we talked to a trip leader’s relative. He told us all about Moroccan geology. Why did I ever think I’d get bored?





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