We finally made it.
That was the simple phrase uttered by my roommate as we both looked out our balcony toward the snow-capped Atlas Mountains. Finally, after what seemed a lifetime of paper work and frustrations, anticipation and anxiety, we had arrived in Morocco. The end of a long day brought more reflection and excitement, and of course the continued inability to sleep.
I would like to explain how today started off, but with all the time zone changes, subsequent jet lag, and hysteria that has been my entrance into Peace Corps, I'm not really sure when today began. We left JFK airport in NYC to Morocco at 7:00 pm Tuesday. After a six and a half hour flight we were in Casablanca. This of course was followed by a 4-hour drive to our hotel. Half in hysterics, we grabbed a quick lunch (Moroccan food is the best and now my favorite) and went into our intro classes. I won't bore you with the details, but the day had just began.
After class our language teachers took us on a walk around town. We toured the area for over two hours, our heads spinning. The reality of our limited language skills and the fact that we were now the foreigners took over. For a guy who had never left North America, it felt like a dream. This was followed by dinner and more language lessons on the fly.
I'm still in awe. Trying to comprehend exactly what is going on. I know there will be valleys, but right now I'm on a peak. I'm scared, excited, confused, and so tired I'm not sure where is up. I miss my friends and family greatly. I love you all very much.