Getting lost in strange places
Well I visited the medina yesterday. I think the guy we went with (someone that one of the girls in my group met) wasnt the best person to go with. He never wanted to barter with people for the price of things and although everyone who has gone to the medina says it stinks and is tiny and crowded, I believe the part we were in stank worse and was even more tiny and croweded than normal. Meat for sale lay rotting in the sun, fish heads littered the ground and bugs were the main course it looked like on most of the food. All of this and I still intended to go back. I didnt get to see the tanneries which although stinky are one of the main attractions. After the medina I went to my friends house and while trying to get back to mine, became terribly lost around 8 pm. Women are suppose to be off the streets by 9 or so and I was getting worried. Truthfully I was terrified. I was walking up and down the main road looking for anything familiar, in tears. Still the only response I was getting from people… or should I say men since they are the only ones to talk to me. Was, dont cry, you are so beautiful. Very helpful. Finally I stopped and asked someone where a phone was so I could attempt to call my friend and have her show me how to get to school and from there I could make my way home. He showed me the teleboutique and then kept pestering me to see me again, to meet his family…. i shut the door and wouldnt let him in and finally he left. Needless to say I got home and got them to write down their address and phone number. All in all Im still enjoying myself. I dont do this place justice in my posts. Soon I will put the pictures I have taken on here. We walked past the palace of Muhammed V and just the outside doors and gardens were spectacular. Even the gate to the Medina is beautidful… what lies in side is not but the gate at least is. Through all of this I have not even gotten into the beauty of the Moroccan people. The whole city is really captivating. Well I am going to go get lunch with my family. The lunches here are huge. Its like a thanksgiving feast everytime I come home.
Tags: Travel
Jess