First Day In Morocco
I’ve been taught not to trust strangers. This lesson prevailed in my head when a man started talking to me in the Boston airport as we waited to board our flight to Casablanca, Morocco. He asked why I was going to Morocco. “I’m volunteering at a school.” He was visiting family. He asked if it was my first time visiting Morocco — it was — then continued, saying that he didn’t like Casablanca, that it a very typical city, but other cities like Marrakech were definitely worth a visit. I decidedly wasn’t very talkative, fearful of this random man, and soon after our conversation began, it ended.