All right, here is the lowdown. Arrived at D/FW and everything was on time. I met up with my professor and Jessica. We waited patiently for our plane to board when we get the announcement that somebody left their bag unattended and the infinite wisdom of the powers-to-be shut the terminal down. YEEPY for us. We were allowed to board the plane but had to wait for the 50 passengers stuck at security who were supposed to board our plane.
Finally we are pushed off, the engines are started and we taxi to the runway in preparation for takeoff. “Hello, this is your captain speaking, but we have just been notified by dispatch that Chicago is experiencing extreme weather conditions and we will be held here until cleared.” WHAT!!?? We are stuck on the tarmac for 45 to 50 minutes until finally we get the ok to go.
Pretty much an uneventful flight, except for a passenger snoring like a lumberjack. We finally land at Chicago O’Hare at 6:30 p.m. We get off the airplane and run for the terminal to find out that our connecting flight had left us (out of breath panting with head hanging low). We then wait in customer service for about 3 hours to get rebooked to fly out of Chicago the next morning. Montreal then to Casablanca. Intercontinental Hotel, that place was off the hook, no doubt. After a short sleep we are back to the airport waiting on our flight.
We finally made it. Got on a full loaded plane to Montreal with screaming kids. 7 1/2 hours later we made it to Mohammed V Airport at 7 this morning. Hopped on the train to Casablanca for a very brief lunch and coffee. Continued to Meknes after that, and I was able to take a shower at the hotel we are staying at. The drama doesn’t end there – our bags did not make it and I am wearing the same clothes since Friday. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The masjids in Morocco are no doubt beautiful. Something must be said about waking up at 3:30 in the morning for fajr prayer (salat). I was anticipating the muezzin as he called the faithful to prayer. Subhan’Allah (How perfect is God) there is nothing like it.
Did some light shopping as my clothes, which have remained on my body for 4 days, are taking on a life of their own.
Classes start this afternoon.
First day of class was a drag because they put us in a different classroom in a different part of town. I thought Dallas Hall was confining. Really a poor rendition of an American classroom. We need serious review as we were trying to remember vocabulary. Got lost in ???? (the market) – pretty cool. Went to the language center and enjoyed Cos-cos (local dish). Wrapping it up and calling it a night.
Our baggage arrived in Fez and it is in our possession. It is the greatest feeling in the world to be able to unpack and change clothes.
We started class immediately returning from Fez. I think we all felt a little more confident today as we continue with our review. … Nice clean clothes, huh …. oh sorry, I am still a little excited over the fact that I have my stuff here. Started our new lesson with new vocabulary and of course HOMEWORK or what we call ????. Had to interview a Moroccan native as part of the assignment. Really ????????
We all went, minus Liljana, on a small excursion to find something to eat in what is called neulle neville. A French restaurant somewhere downtown. Good food, actually, but the staff there didn’t speak a lick of Arabic or English. But thankfully we had our trusty sidekick Lee, another student, who knew how to speak that snobbish jibberish called French.
The food was good. Back to the hotel we went to do that is right ???? (wajib). Well, some of it anyways.