My almost 48 hours of travel is nearly over, and as far as I can tell will end a success. Other then the LOOOOONG layovers at the airport (6 hours in Chicago, 8 hours in Frankfurt), and packing a large amount of luggage through the street in Casablanca, it was entirely stress free. My total travel time adds up to: 10 hours of flying, 14 hours of airport layover, 7 hours lost in time change, 3 and a half hours on the train, 8 hours of hotel stay, and a little over 2 hours by taxi.
My body seems to be adjusting well, since it is 4am in Montana and I feel wide awake. I didn’t drink enough water (it cost 3.50 euros in Frankfurt!) and had a headache all last night, but drank five glasses at breakfast and felt much better. Everyone I’ve met has seems friendly, and most have some English. I defiantly am getting to be the foreign kid.
As I type this I am sitting on the train to Fes, which is reasonably comfortable, despite the nervous looks from my fellow passengers when I wrestled two large suitcases into the rack above their heads. Across from me are three women who I assume to be a mother, grandmother and daughter, chattering away. Between my blond hair and giant red suitcases, I feel like a duck in a flock full of geese. Everyone is honking around me, and all I can do is quack awkwardly. I cannot think of anywhere I could travel and stick out more. While waiting for my train in Casablanca I met another exchange student, which made me feel less out of place.
It is comforting to know that this will probably be the most difficult adaptation. After this, I will be able to (hopefully) communicate better and dress to blend in a bit more.
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