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I am a shameful blogger...In the midst of finishing my book and grading
finals, I managed to neglect this blog entirely. While I am
unable to post photos today, I will update you on my life and as soon
as I return from extended vacation I plan to jump back on the wagon.
Since we last ¨spoke,¨ the fall session at my school ended and my parents came to Morocco to visit. After a horrific entry (a ¨4 star¨ hotel in Casa that should´ve only been labeled with 1, not to mention practically being attacked by glue-sniffing children), we relaxed in my town of Meknes, then travelled down to Rabat for Christmas Day (wasting our money on a rather overpriced 5 star that charged so much for doing laundry that my mother wouldn´t even tell me the pricetag), finally ending our trip in Marrakesh, where I came down with a horrific cold. Marrakesh was nonetheless amazing for my family; we even threw down 130dh each for that horrific CitySightseeing double decker bus. Not bad actually, on a nice day it gives fantastic city views and allows you to take photos you might otherwise be hassled for. I felt like kind of a putz though, sitting up there on my touristy yellow and red throne. My parents bought loads of gifts for friends back home, with my haggling help, and I took them to Oliveri, the best ice cream spot this side of the Atlantic (seriously, Ben and Jerry´s is its only viable competition).
After Marrakesh, my parents flew to the US and I hopped on a plane headed for...Munich, Germany! Which is also where I am right now. Yesterday (New Year´s Eve), I wandered the downtown of the city, then headed to a giant brew hall for the evening with my three and a half Italian hostel roommates. Over a dinner of frighteningly large sausage and mashed potatoes (well, and sauerkraut, but I avoided that like the plague), I waxed philosophic on why Americans rarely speak more than one language with a woman from Munich and one from South Africa, took loads of photos and drank copious amounts of beer (about two litres, to be precise). I would like to sum up the attitude of German waiters with this anecdote:
After sitting down, my extremely German waiter spilled beer ALL over my pants, sweater, and scarf. He didn´t apologize, just cleaned it up. When my Italian friends showed outrage, he said in his thick accent ¨EETS JUST VATER, IT VILL DRY AND YOU VON´T EVEN SMELL IT¨ and refused to take anything off the bill. Gee, thanks. Please note that it was NOT just water, it was beer, and I can still smell it. People in this cyber probably think I´m a bum.
Tomorrow I´m off to see the wonderment of Prague, then I´ll return here before getting on a plane back to Casablanca, via Milan (oh, Milan, you look so pretty from the airport!) Happy New Year, readers, and I´ll be sure to keep my promise.
p.s. why are Germans so into 1980s American pop music?
Since we last ¨spoke,¨ the fall session at my school ended and my parents came to Morocco to visit. After a horrific entry (a ¨4 star¨ hotel in Casa that should´ve only been labeled with 1, not to mention practically being attacked by glue-sniffing children), we relaxed in my town of Meknes, then travelled down to Rabat for Christmas Day (wasting our money on a rather overpriced 5 star that charged so much for doing laundry that my mother wouldn´t even tell me the pricetag), finally ending our trip in Marrakesh, where I came down with a horrific cold. Marrakesh was nonetheless amazing for my family; we even threw down 130dh each for that horrific CitySightseeing double decker bus. Not bad actually, on a nice day it gives fantastic city views and allows you to take photos you might otherwise be hassled for. I felt like kind of a putz though, sitting up there on my touristy yellow and red throne. My parents bought loads of gifts for friends back home, with my haggling help, and I took them to Oliveri, the best ice cream spot this side of the Atlantic (seriously, Ben and Jerry´s is its only viable competition).
After Marrakesh, my parents flew to the US and I hopped on a plane headed for...Munich, Germany! Which is also where I am right now. Yesterday (New Year´s Eve), I wandered the downtown of the city, then headed to a giant brew hall for the evening with my three and a half Italian hostel roommates. Over a dinner of frighteningly large sausage and mashed potatoes (well, and sauerkraut, but I avoided that like the plague), I waxed philosophic on why Americans rarely speak more than one language with a woman from Munich and one from South Africa, took loads of photos and drank copious amounts of beer (about two litres, to be precise). I would like to sum up the attitude of German waiters with this anecdote:
After sitting down, my extremely German waiter spilled beer ALL over my pants, sweater, and scarf. He didn´t apologize, just cleaned it up. When my Italian friends showed outrage, he said in his thick accent ¨EETS JUST VATER, IT VILL DRY AND YOU VON´T EVEN SMELL IT¨ and refused to take anything off the bill. Gee, thanks. Please note that it was NOT just water, it was beer, and I can still smell it. People in this cyber probably think I´m a bum.
Tomorrow I´m off to see the wonderment of Prague, then I´ll return here before getting on a plane back to Casablanca, via Milan (oh, Milan, you look so pretty from the airport!) Happy New Year, readers, and I´ll be sure to keep my promise.
p.s. why are Germans so into 1980s American pop music?
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