Arrival in Casablanca

Mrahba ya jamee3a,

I'm writing to you from the salon of the Moroccan House Hotel, where a man is praying energetically behind me and some frankly cold air is blowing in the front door. We arrived six hours ago, after nine hours from Salt Lake City to Paris and a further two from there, sleep-deprived and calcified into seated positions...only to find out two of our bags had been left in Paris! So we stuck around another two hours, popped apple chips and watched dozens of djellabas pass by until the missing luggage came rumbling down the carousel and we taxied into Casablanca. The surrounding country is greener than you'd think, the architecture is confused, and the traffic is unnavigable. Since it was dark and I was dead t3baan, I don't have any pictures to share at the moment other than the view from my balcony:



Tomorrow I'll have the energy to embarrass the students by posting their pictures here, and relate some stories of Rabat, Meknes, and Fes!

Mnshuufkum and bslaama!

Ustaz

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  1. Hey, what's Casablanca without missing luggage...

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