You Might Be In Morocco If..

This is purely for the entertainment of my lovely friends. Time here is winding down, and I want to try and get my final thoughts in before I....  (tear/gulp/chin quiver/smile/gulp/tear) Leave.

You Might Be In Morocco If...

You use an (english) adjective and then the word “Bizaff”.

Traveling with seven people stuffed like sardines into an old Mercedes-Benz seems to be a normal form of transport.

You know that Camels taste good.

Following a stranger down a dark ally is a normal way to find housing for the night.

You think the Grand Hotel is where dreams die.. Or where dreams are fulfilled. Sometimes both happen in the same night.

40 Moroccan Dirhams (about 5 US Dollars) is a splurge for a meal.

Your weekdays are used to plan your traveling weekends.

Coucous Friday is the best lunch of the week.

You e-mail your parents begging for American peanut butter. When it arrives, it's better than Christmas.

As a female, you have been called a “Spice Girl” “Shakira” or asked if you could be traded for camels.

You brag about bargaining, asking for directions in another language, or finding your way around an Old Medina.

Twelve people eating off of one plate is a perfectly acceptable way to serve a meal. You are happy when everyone has some sort of eating utensil.

You have made some of the best friends you will ever have, and can not imagine your life without these new friends in it.