We took a train to Rabat early in the morning. We arrived, walked around the city, and went shopping in the market for the last time. Sam and I stopped at a fruit stand and got peach juice which tasted like heaven. It was so perfectly good. The store was a little hole in the wall and every shelf was covered in every type of fruit possible. It looked fake because if we had been in the U.S. it all would have been plastic for presentation. There were even bunches of grapes hanging everywhere that looked like plastic grapes but were real. We also went to the mausoleum of the kings of Morocco. There rests the grandfather, uncle, and father of the present king. It was so beautiful and made with such intricate designs. I don’t even know how to describe such detailed mosaics on the walls with varying colors and designs. Outside this mausoleum is a mosque that was being built centuries ago, planned to be the biggest mosque in the world. It never got finished because the man who was building it died. However, to this day, there are still large cement posts all across the courtyard where the mosque would have been. We climbed on them and took photos. It was cool. The next day, we took a train to Casablanca, said goodbye to Anass’ mom and brother and got on a plane to France.
More reflections later... but in summary, it was an incredible experience to have, yet again, experienced a culture different than my own. The amount of learning one can do about the world, about one's own culture and about oneself is limitless. It’s amazing how much the world has in it and how much we have in our own world that we do not think about or that we take for granted.
And now, France, another country to learn from.
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