INSHALLAH

Some journeys can best be described through the images captured:

Sunrise in the Sahara Desert.

Our co-travelers from Aussie Land.

A merchant in Ouarzazate, he saw me take the photo and came up to the vehicle to "chat" (push me to come look at his things he had to sell).

From a studio that made fossilized goods.

Brahim causing a "speck-tackle", per usual.

The Bereber man finds home.

Daily life in Morocco looked mostly like this.

We found it after seeing its ads everywhere. The owner invited us to his garden to see how things are grown organically.

This boy was helping build a road in Marrakech. When we returned three days later, the road had been completely finished. I will never criticize old world methods again.

The colors, the sun, the old palaces.

View from the top of our Riad in Marrakech. Moroccans love TV too.

On the road, how we saw most of Morocco.

Moroccans work hard for their crafts.

The flag of Morocco: in high concentration when the king comes to town. His picture is also in every place of business.

He told us his name was Brian. He gave us a tour of a Kasbah from the 12th century with two women from Southern USA. He also mistakenly told us he had four wives and many children. Haha, he meant the king of the Kasbah did back when he reigned the region.

Such an amazing trip. I learned more than I ever thought I could throughout the entire semester in those two weeks. Shukran means 'thank you', Inshallah means 'if allah wills', muslims can be very liberal (Brahim was devoted to womens equality in Morocco), and Belguim women in their forties come to Morocco to hire teenage boys for the night (true story, Brahim lost his marbles in a giggle fit when we saw it happen). Everyone really does think America is the promise land, no matter how much animosity they pretend to have. A Bereber man can be much wiser even though he has never left the desert, Moroccans are feisty on ferries, four girls traveling in a pack somehow elicit the name "Spice Girls" througout the country, Spanish people are much like the Irish - very happy, always drunk. Shtool is german for stool.