1.11.15 - 1.13.15
I was extremely nervous/scared/excited to leave for Morocco! It all finally felt real on the Saturday before I left when I actually began to pack my suitcases - and buy my suitcases. My mom drove me to the airport and sent her "baby" off! I cannot believe it was finally time for me to leave the country.
On my 7 hour plane ride from Cincinnati to the Paris De Gaulle Aiport, I tried to fall asleep. However, three movies and a bunch of plane food sounded more exciting. The plane plumpened me up with chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, cheese and crackers, a bread roll, Nutella, cranberry almond flatbreads, an egg mcmuffin, orange juice, and more.
When I finally arrived to the Airport, I was overwhelmed by everyone speaking French. I struggled to find my way to the shuttle to Terminal 1. Absolutely no one understood my plane tickets and I thought I'd never make it onto my plane!
When I found customs, I was told I could not get my tickets yet. I was burning up, I felt so dehydrated, and I didn't know if I could drink the water in Paris! I went to a little coffee shop and asked the worker if she knew where the closest water fountain was or if she could fill up my water bottle. She grabbed my water bottle out of my hand, filled it up with water, and handed it to me. Just my luck, I burned my hand as she handed me scolding hot water. After I dumped the water out and filled it up with the bathroom sink water I popped a squat on a chair, sat on my carryon, and passed out for my ten hour lay over.
Eventually I made it to my gate and walked onto my Air Maroc plane. Everything felt surreal as I was greeted by Moroccan flight attendants. I sat next to the sweetest lady from Guinea for this plane ride. Three hours and forty-five minutes later I arrived to the creepiest airport ever, Casablanca.
In Casablanca, the security guy did not even look at my carryon as it passed through the x-ray. He glanced at his phone and I passed through, confused in the airport once again. I made it into the dead zone of Casablanca and eventually made it onto the plane headed for Fez. In Fez I was greeted by palm trees. People offered me taxi rides and I found three girls also going to AUI. Amal and Hajab found us eventually, greeted us so nicely, and we made our trek to Al Akhawayn University.
My first night at Al Akhawayn University was extremely lonely, sad, and I almost found myself in tears when I called my mom. My room felt like an igloo. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I woke up the next day at 3:00 pm. I had no motivation at all, but luckily I got Keriah and Lauren's numbers the night before. Thankfully, this day turned around and ended up making me feel like Morocco is where I belong!