Ciao, adios, and aurevoir...oh, and cheers

Cambridge, England

If you're reading this then you already know: I made it back from Morocco safely. It was quite a terrible journey home. I flew the only low-cost African carrier in the world, Atlas Blue, from Marrakech to London Gatwick. The airport was crazy -- truly seemed like a chaotic market or something. Just one quick example: when I was boarding the flight, we were asked to walk out on the runway to get on the plane. This is fairly common, so I wasn't all too surprised by that. But it was pretty funny that there was no one on the runway guiding passengers to the planes, so theoretically I could have just gotten on any on of the dozens of planes lined up on the runway. The flight didn't get much better. We sat on the runway for over an hour with the warm African sun baking our plane. By the time we took up, my shirt was soaked from sweat. Awesome.

This could very well be my last post from my little dorm room in Cambridge. I probably should write out a long and thoughtful post on what my time over here has meant to me. That will have to wait though, as I'm franticly trying to pack up all of my stuff into two little suitcases. Should make for a fun afternoon! I'm doing some last minute laundry right now and actually just finished cleaning out my desk. Now I just need to figure out how much luggage I can bring on my flight!