This is it! My last post in Meknes. In some ways, it feels
like I’ve been here for so long, but then in the next moment it feels so brief.
I think a month was the perfect length, though. I have had the time to fall in
love with Morocco, but I’m ready to be back home too.
I didn’t expect today to be as difficult as I thought it
would be. I went to Le Nid one more time for a final goodbye to all the little
babies. Incidentally, we ended up helping to take a group of babies to another
clinic for their shots. I had absolutely no idea what we were doing either;
they just handed us each a baby and told us to follow, then we piled in a van
and headed toward town. (And in case you didn’t guess – no car seats, just
babies in laps.) It wasn’t until we were sitting in the waiting room and heard
the first baby wail that I realized what was going on. But, I got it together
and held that little guy while they poked him. I have to say, I now have a true
appreciation for mothers, because I do not know how you people sit and watch
that torture multiple times. It made my heart hurt.
Then I drove the nail in a little deeper when I said goodbye
to my little angel. He was so happy to see me, I almost couldn’t cry. Then I
put him down in his crib with his new blanket, so he pouted his lip out just a
little for having been put down. And the dam burst. It’s hard to believe how
attached I have become to a four month old, but harder to believe that I’ll
probably never see his beautiful eyes again. It’s definitely proved to me that
it doesn’t take very long to fall in love.
Some of my fellow ELAPers and I took a final trip to the
medina to walk around and find a few last minute gifts for ourselves. The heat today
definitely reminded us we were in Africa. But it was nice to be miserable and
laugh and avoid creepy old men together one last time. I’m not sure how I’m
going to handle shopping in the states again – there’s just something so
thrilling about being able to barter your way down to a good price and find the
bath soap next to some Nikes. Shopping inside is overrated.
We leave at midnight tonight for our bus ride to Casablanca.
We have to be at the airport by five for some of the students to make their
morning flights. It’s going to be such a long couple of travel days, so I’m not
sure if/when I’ll check in again. If anything, I’ll have one last post next
week to reflect on my whole experience here. Everything is still surreal to me
right now, so I’m going to give it the time to sink in. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll
be able to wrap my head around the fact that I just spent a month in northern
Africa. But maybe not.
Our final roomie picture - (clockwise) Cassie, Katie, Carol, me, Shelby, Sophie |
Until next time!