I emerge from the silence with immense shame: how did I let my blog descend into abandon, collecting dust as my faithful followers worried about the state of my health? The honest answer is that I was simply too busy. The last few weeks in Morocco were whirlwinds of three- and four-day weekends filled with travel and friends, and the short workweeks filled with assignments and exams. I had to go try one more kind of juice at the fruit shop at the corner of Muhammed V and the medina! I had to eat one more pastry on Sidi Fatha! I had to go out with my friends one last time before we dispersed upon return to Chicago! I had to travel, to Chefchouen, Meknes, Merzouga! The time flew by and I didn't have time to collect my thoughts in type.
I'm now in Sevilla, taking in the sun and reading the Spanish newspaper while my host sister is at class. On Friday I head north to Zaragoza, my first return to my beloved city in almost two years. I'm excited beyond words. Even here in Sevilla I've been basking in the Spanishness of it all: talking politics with Paula and her friends, reading the paper to re-educate myself on the news before seeing my journalism teacher again in Zaragoza, the streets filled with buzzing cafes. It's so strange to see bare forearms and knees, but finally I can take in some of the hot sun that beats down with equal midday intensity here as in Rabat.
Hopefully I'll have some time over the next few days (or, more realistically, weeks) to post about my last few weeks in Rabat and this wonderful relaxing ten days in Spain. Please don't lose faith!
I'm now in Sevilla, taking in the sun and reading the Spanish newspaper while my host sister is at class. On Friday I head north to Zaragoza, my first return to my beloved city in almost two years. I'm excited beyond words. Even here in Sevilla I've been basking in the Spanishness of it all: talking politics with Paula and her friends, reading the paper to re-educate myself on the news before seeing my journalism teacher again in Zaragoza, the streets filled with buzzing cafes. It's so strange to see bare forearms and knees, but finally I can take in some of the hot sun that beats down with equal midday intensity here as in Rabat.
Hopefully I'll have some time over the next few days (or, more realistically, weeks) to post about my last few weeks in Rabat and this wonderful relaxing ten days in Spain. Please don't lose faith!
