Be prepared for a super long (seriously it never ends) post because I have SOO much to tell about Moracco! I just got back today from a four day stay in the city of Marrakech in Moracco (which is in AFRICA!) This trip was truthfully nothing like I was expecting.
To begin, in Moracco, they speak only Arabic and French. Oh, haha, funny, I've been studying Spanish? So although I can decently communicate in two different languages, neither are used in Morraco. BUT, what was so amazing was the vendors in the markets! These aren't educated people, yet they speak practically every language you can think of. As I would walk by the stands they would test out every language they thought I would know until I responded to one. I had fun with that, because I would only respond in Spanish (I always said "no, gracias") as I walked by the stands and they shoved things in my face. They assumed I was American, then when I didn't speak English they would shout out all these different countries trying to guess where I was from (I generally got Spain, Italy, and Buenos Aires? not sure where the last one came from...).
I found I was a pretty good bargainer compared to the rest of the students, who seemed to all get gypped from the vendors who would jack the prices for about 500% more then they were worth. I actually had alot of fun with it and walked away feeling like I got a good deal on everything I bought. There was one little old man (like 5 ft tall and around 70) who I bargained with to bring a price down to 30 durham from the original 50 durham. He had been joking with me the whole time and when I asked for the change he wandered into the back half of his stand then just stared at me. When I realized he was waiting to see if I would come after the change or just leave it (50 durham is only 5 euros) I wandered to the back where he handed me my 20 then motioned me to come closer. He whispered in my ear, "for the whole store, you give me 200 durham and your passport." I'm still not %100 sure what his plan was with my passport (maybe the 200 durham was to get him to the airport), but the thought of him going back to the states as a 20 yr old girl and me staying as a Moroccan vendor was pretty funny.

the CLEAN part of the market
The market itself was one hell of an experience. It was the first time I had seen this type of lifestyle in person. The first woman I saw wearing a full burka was quite a shock and made me extremely thankful. The beggars in the streets also upset alot of people; your not always prepared to see people in such bad condition (especially with children...). There were a few girls in our group that just couldn't handle market. On top of the beggars, the vendors were EXTREMELY aggresive. The very first shop I went into ended in me and my friend running out while the man shouted at us to never come back... We quickly realized it was better to used Spanish with them and pretend like we had nothing to do with America. There was plenty of rude phrases I won't post shouted at us when we ignored their stands and walked by speaking English. It made me thankful to have dark hair and atleast pass for something else.
Because none of us felt safe going out at night, we all finally went to bed before 11pm! It definately helped for the longs days we had. On Saturday, we woke up early for a tour of the city. We saw the graveyard which had all the of tombs of the royalty of Moracco in Tumbas Saadies:
Then after we went to the Palacio Bahia:
courtyard
awesome ceiling
After our tour, we grabbed lunch and it was finally time for the CAMEL RIDES! This was one of my favorite parts of the trip. The camels were way bigger then I had imagined (with the saddle your like twice as high as you would be on a horse) and had minds of their own! Mine was named Julie, so obviously I sang "Julie, Do Ya Love Me?" by the great Bobby Sherman to soothe her. She loved it.
Me on my lovely camel, Julie
My legs were (and still are) so unbelievably sore from that 2 1/2 hour ride. The only thing was, we went through a pretty run down neighborhood. I thought we would take some scenic route, but instead it was past run down homes, with little kids running along side us trying to sell us things. It's pretty uncomfortable to take a camel ride for fun through a town of people (who are obviously sturggling) glaring at you from their windows. Anyways, mid-camel ride we got to stop and have the famous Morrocan mint tea:
On Sunday we went hiking! Originally, we knew to expect a decent hike due to the last time we went hiking with Kepa, but we were still unprepared for this one. First we drove for about an hour into the mountains to see what a typical home there was like. MADE ME SO THANKFUL! check out the pics below:
part of the kitchen
and the other part...
the view makes up for it!!!
francesca, tracy, and i on the deck
Afterwards we headed to a somewhat touristy area that had alot of different restaurants and of course, vendors. Everywhere.
an incredibly sturdy bridge
one of the many restaurants
Once we started climbing, we realized this wasn't your everyday hike, this was full on scaling the mountain type of hike and it was SOO FUN!
yeah, seriously, scaling the mountain
kepa pulling up reluctant hikers
amazing view!!
I'm now so blogged out. That's all I can think of for now, but I know I'm leaving so much out still! Moracco was definately a once in a lifetime experience (so I took a MILLION pics) so I'm glad I have this to show as much as I can! Sorry this one was so long...thanks for reading if you made it this far!
mrt