Entry #010: Monday, April 29, 2013 (Florence, Italy)

Well, just about three weeks since I shipped out of the United States, and now I am done with Morocco. And it's not just because I'm literally no longer in the country; at this point, I think I've hit all the big points Morocco has to offer. Interestingly enough, I wouldn't say "I'm over it." I would say I'm past that point (so...back on it?). I realized this the other night, when...well, I'll get to that. Brew a fresh pot of coffee; it's gonna be a long one.

Entry #009: Wednesday, April 24, 2013 (Gorges du Dadès, Morocco)

[Housekeeping Note: I had to back-date this because I didn't have Wi-Fi available when I completed it, but still want to keep it true to the time that it's supposed to represent.]

Wow, the last few days have been a bit of a blur. Chalk that up partially to my lack of sleep, partially to my questionable nutrition during the period, partially to my lack of hygiene, and partially to…well, let's get down to it.

Entry #008: Sunday, April 21, 2013 (Marrakech, Morocco)

What a weird couple of days it’s been. Not super eventful on a large scale, more like bunch of little things that weren't according to plan. (Also, a couple thoughts on where things are with my overall Moroccan trip...at the end of all this.)

Entry #007: Thursday, April 18, 2013 (Meknes, Morocco)

I think at this point, I officially don't know what day it is at any point. I have to keep checking my phone to make sure I haven't stayed where I am a day longer than I was supposed to, or if I should have started taking my anti-malaria medication yet (that's not until Saturday). It's weird, because in some ways, I'm more beholden to the calendar than I was when I was working a 9-5 (well, 9-8) job, but it's hard to know when anything is.

Anyhoo, I m going to start with a bit of a minor rant section. Don't worry, this isn't the kind of bad attitude I was talking about in my first entry when I was visiting Mozambique as a spoiled teen, but there are a couple of things...I think I'll just say, "I'm over it" for the moment.

Entry #006: Tuesday, April 16, 2013 (Meknes, Morocco)

[Note: This is really a continuation of Post #005. If you haven't read that one yet, and want to know how well I integrate back into college society, I highly suggest doing so. (Spoiler: Not well.)]

After I parted ways with Anass, I got back to the Tetouan bus station, and found myself back in the lovely, discomforting position of not knowing what the hell was going on. I was planning on taking a bus to Fes, to meet up with my next host, Jamal. So I look around at every sign at the ticket office, and not one has the word "Fes" on it.

Entry #005: Tuesday, April 16, 2013 (Meknes, Morocco)

[Note, this was really running too long, so I split it into two posts, #5 and 6. For some reason, what's written here, which I wrote offline in a Word doc, disappeared, so advance apologies if I sound rushed at points. Maybe it's for the best, so you won't have to read as much.]

While I was on a bus ride yesterday, it hit me - it's only been a week since I took off from the United States. I was wondering at first how I could only be at my fifth post. But yeah, it genuinely seems like I've been gone a long time; well longer than a week, at least.

Anyhoo, I'm currently with my fourth Couchsurfing host. My third one was...a mixed bag. Not because of any problem on his end - I'm giving him a positive reference - but more because of myself and my personality. But I'll get to that in a second.

Entry #004: Saturday, April 13, 2012 (Tetouan, Morocco)

So, I had a bit of a hiccup in programming, and it's been an interesting couple days as a result.

Shortly after my last blog post, I was contacting my Couchsurfing host in Martil, Morocco (it's a beach town), and jut confirming our meet-up. My host then wrote back to me saying that he wasn't going to be in town until the 14th. In fact, he had told me about this earlier, but I misunderstood. Add to that the fact that it was because his father was sick, and I couldn't be angry. I could, however, be a bit concerned.

Entry #003: Thursday, April 11, 2013 (Algeciras, Spain)

Brew a fresh pot of coffee, you’re going to be here a while.

I wrote the majority of this from my southbound Spanish train. Unfortunately, the train did not have Wi-Fi, so I had to wait to post it until I was cozily with my host in Algeciras.  I have the distinct feeling that asynchronous writing/posting schedule will be a common occurrence on my travels, but hey, it’s not like I need to be timely. In any case, I have a number of items I’d like to touch on, so let’s hop to it

Entry #002: Tuesday, April 9, 2013 (Moscow, Russia)

When I was in high school, I was planned to be the star in a play called The Foreigner. ("Planned" because the play never actually opened, as there wasn't enough interest by the other actors, but that's beside the point.) It's a play about an Englishman who pretends to be a foreigner from some unspecified and ultimately made-up Slavic nation. He does this so that nobody will want to talk to him (because he didn't want to talk to people?...I forget the exact details). As the play progresses, stuff happens and hilarity ensues (I do remember it being pretty funny).

I bring this up because I just got off the first leg of my flight to Madrid, and I was reminded of it in two different ways.

Entry #001: Friday, April 5, 2013 (Los Angeles)

About a month ago, I was lucky enough to find a journal in some of my old storage. I used to keep a lot of physical journals, like a set I wrote in everyday for my first year of college. But this one goes back to when I was sixteen years old, and I specifically wanted to find it before leaving on this walkabout. It was from a 2-3 week period when I was visiting my sister in Mozambique (she was working in the Peace Corps). I particularly enjoyed the first entry.