This weekend we had no planned excursion or class trip so a group of us decided to travel on our own a bit. We went to Tangier, at the northern tip of Morocco and the weekend was kind of a blur. It was bizarre and made me homesick in many weird, unexplainable ways and the trip itself, while very nice at the time, seems like years ago. On the 5 hour train ride back, one of my friends I was with got a phone call from her family telling her her brother had died yesterday. Obviously my heart stopped and she was a mess—to say the least. I’ve never seen anyone so distraught—understandably. I’ve also never experienced such strong conflicting feelings the way I did with both incredible grief and sorrow for my friend, while at the same time feeling so lucky it wasn’t me who got that phone call. It just as easily could have been any of our brothers… She was expecting it as much as any of us.
Count your blessings
Tangier was very nice and I loved being able to speak Spanish! It was truly amazing how much more comfortable and confident I felt in that city over Rabat. Plus that city just rocked and made Rabat look like a pile of poop. I liked Tangier a lot and definitely want to go back…but after Ramadan for sure. This holiday is simply not FUN.
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That is so awful about your friend. I can't even imagine how that would feel and never want to. It's bad enough that it happened, let alone not being able to feel comfort from your family when you need it most.
As always, thanks for the update :)
you have such a way with observation and the line about her expecting the news of her brother as much as anyone...well that's very human and personal. you should write for a living, jacey.
my heart stopped when i read that. that is like my worst nightmare. i feel absolutely terrible for your friend.
on a lighter note, i am so glad to hear that you loved tangier and i can't wait to meet you there!
p.s. i am so mad. i will tell you later.
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