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All right, so we've established by now that I'm the world's worst blogger, and this post isn't necessarily an indication that I'm going to do this any more actively than I have been — I just want to write a bit about my time in Morocco, and this seemed like the most appropriate place to do so. I purposely decided not to keep a travel blog; though I did consider it, it seems to me like one of the benefits of traveling by yourself is that it gives you time to reflect on your experiences before you need to commit to a distinct impression of them. However, now that I've been back for a few days, a lot of people have been asking me how it was, and it's been very difficult to explain, so I figured I'd try my darndest to put it into words and put those words all in one place. This is my attempt at that. What it is not is a day-by-day digest or a fully-inclusive account, as there are still things that I'd like to keep to myself — for no other reason than that this was my experience alone, so I'd like to keep a few of my memories that way as well.

For the sake of putting everything in context, I should probably spare a moment first to explain how I wound up in Morocco in the first place. I was in The Netherlands for winter break because my paternal grandparents were celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary on January 3rd, and given their age and health, it was likely the last big family party. Luckily, I had enough frequent flyer miles that I was able to book the flight to Amsterdam for free, and when I booked my trip way back in September, I ended up scheduling my trip for a whole month, from December 22nd to January 22nd.

At that point I had already decided I wanted to do some traveling while I was in Europe anyway. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with my family, but it's frustrating when I spend all of my travel money to see family — either my parents in Houston, or the rest of my family in The Netherlands — especially when I consider travel to be one of the greatest joys in life. I had thought about trying to go somewhere new for spring break this year, but the popular spring break destinations of Florida, The Caribbean, and Central America don't interest me at all. The appeal of those places is generally the sunshine and beaches, and I'm not a beach person; if I travel, it's for the culture and rich history and art.

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