CHAPTER 12
Our reason for coming to Morocco was simple: our buddy Taylor got it into his head that he wanted to save the world, and forthwith joined the Peace Corp. On the outset, he didn’t know he would be deployed to Morocco, indeed, I am not sure it was even one of his top picks, but Morocco picked him I guess you could say, and before we knew it, he was parleying the Arabic, eating with his right hand only, and squatting with the best of them. We certainly couldn’t pass up this chance to have our own entrenched local guide to show us around a country I have always been fascinated with, but I have to admit, was not necessarily on the top of our list. As it is, I had personally promised myself that wherever he got assigned, we would make an effort to go and visit him, and his eventual placement being in a country that was so foreign and wild to our typical destinations was an ultimate blessing. Alhamdulillah!
Taylor met us in Tangier after a grueling bus ride from his placement city, Rich, far to the south in the Atlas Mountains. Once he arrived though, we didn’t give him a chance to rest, and immediately jumped onto a train heading south-south-west, to the small city of Asilah on the coast, where Taylor assured us “the Moroccans go for vacation”. It certainly was charming, and definitely was more “local” than Tangier. Ultimately, it could only hold our attention for two days, after which we headed back to Tangier and showed Taylor a few of our favorite sites we had discovered before he arrived.
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