My parents arrived in Morocco last Friday, and things have been moving pretty much non-stop since then, so this is going to be one long reflection instead of a daily thing.
Friday after class, I did my best to rush back to the hotel where my parents are staying, because wandering around Fes without a guide will get you lost in about a minute, so they had spent the whole morning cooped up in the hotel. We took a taxi to what I thought was the nearest ATM to get them some Dirham, and then got to the old city and found out there are ATM’s everywhere. I did my best to show them around the old city while still managing to miss most of the places I was trying to show them, and afterwards we had tea with my host family, which was wonderful, but if we’re being honest, it was also a little weird to have my host parents and my real parents in the same room, talking to each other. After tea, we went out for a dinner that no one was really hungry for, but that we felt like we had to eat, because that’s what you do when you visit a foreign county.
The next day (Saturday for those of you who are keeping track), my host parents gave us a real tour of the old city and showed my real parents all the things I had meant to show them, but couldn’t find. We also visited my host-dad’s carpet-dealer-friend, who tried his damnedest to sell us a carpet. His employees must have rolled out thirty of them for us. We were there long enough that we got tea. Afterwards we ate lunch and napped, and then my mom threw up everywhere.
Sunday morning everyone was feeling better, which was good, because we had booked a taxi to Ifrane, the National Park/monkey refuge that I had been trying to get to for weeks. It turns out, the park was way cooler than even I had anticipated. The monkeys were so tame that they would hold your hand and eat out of it. They would even pick through my trail mix and just eat the green seed things. It was the wildest thing I’ve done in a long time.
Monday, I had class as usual, and afterwards rushed back to get my parents money, because they didn’t have the cash to pay their taxi driver to get them to the airport. Now they owe me. The tables have turned in this relationship. Nonetheless, it was sad to see them go.
Also, my toothbrush developed the same neon pink stains that I noticed on my white towel a month ago so I had to buy a new one. The plot thickens.
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