Ok, ok, I can hear you all saying it... "Welcome to Morocco"? But Christina, don't you realize you have already been there for weeks, a welcome seems a bit outdated. Overall, I would agree with you as some days it feels that all I have ever known is Morocco while some moments I actually have to remind myself that I am here. However, when I have those "Oh, yes, I AM in Morocco" moments a phenomenon that I like to call "Welcome to Morocco!" occurs. Usually occurring at the least opportune times, these moments occur in fashions that words cannot describe, but are always justifiable by the phrase, "Welcome to Morocco!". Ants crawling across the floor after you just killed 50 of their closest relatives? Welcome to Morocco! When even the cold water runs warm - Welcome to Morocco! When the dryer flings lint all across the kitchen (sorry Emily) - Welcome to Morocco! When the plans you made 2 minutes ago change for the 30th time - Welcome to Morocco! When empty taxis refuse to stop for you, but full taxis will stop just to find out where you are going. Welcome to Morocco!
In Morocco, nothing happens until it happens. You can plan, but only with the understanding that your plans won't work out 99% of the time. Living here presents you with two choices: 1) to grow increasingly frustrated with the often perplexing everyday flow of life, or 2) to shrug it all off with a smile and shout WELCOME TO MOROCCO!!!
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