Despite a slightly rocky start, it was a great trip. Here are a few random final thoughts:

• I had an extremely hard time not speaking Spanish there. Because of my job, that’s the only other language I speak on a regular basis, and so I kept telling locals “por favor”, “de nada”, and “buenos dias” instead of their French equivalents. My finest moment? Telling someone “Mucho désolée”.
• One day, while with my group of Dutch and Spanish travellers, a weird situation arose briefly when I had to translate from French (for one group) into Spanish (for the other). It’s a sad day when Amir has to do the translating.
• If anyone ever again asks me “where are you from?”, I might punch them. Anyone…whether we’re in Morocco or not.
• My skin color really screwed me over there. I was just white enough to stand out as a foreigner by the locals, but just brown enough such that the white Europeans/Americans thought I was a local when I tried talking to them, thus making them ignore me.