A Long Day (or Days? [Time Zones are Weird])

This being the third post, I suppose a proper introduction is probably due. I am Adam Fendos. Hopefully that was clear already. I’ll also assume that if you’re here, you know who I am. I’m currently in the Minneapolis airport (as of writing, though I can’t connect to the “free” wifi network here [which, to be honest, is probably the fault of my laptop, not the airport], so barring some great breakthrough, this won’t go live until I’ve left), on three-hour layover to Paris, after which I have a four-hour layover to Rabat (the capital of Morocco) and then a two-hour taxi ride to Fez (also in Morocco). Everything going as planned (and when does it ever?) this will only take 28 hours. I’ll be living in Fez for the next nine weeks to study Arabic and learn about the history and culture of Morocco. While there, I will attempt to keep a daily blog (as best my internet connectivity permits). This way, I can tell people that they should read my blog, which seems like something I would do. I always strive to become a greater stereotype of myself. Also my grandparents wanted me to.

I got an extra backpack search in the Milwaukee airport, at which point I realized that a bookbag full of socialist literature and Arabic textbooks is probably a pretty big red flag for airport security. Hopefully this doesn’t become a problem at customs.

Quick Update: Arrived in Fes. Hotel has wifi. Concierge referred to our group as “Super Americans”. Saw some cats. Four more hours until restaurants open (Ramadan). Time to go exploring. More updates later.

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