- It took me about twenty minutes to acclimatize to Morocco's crazy, no-holds-barred traffic system. The first time I crossed a street, it took eons to find a "safe" opportunity, and I usually had to wait for a local to cross first so I'd know I could go. The second time, I was worried I was going to starve to death, stuck in the middle of the road forever with no feasible way of ever crossing. By the third time, I walked into traffic like any native, throwing up a hand and giving a clear "I'm walking here!" scowl to anyone who dared face off with me. I'm not sure how more people aren't hit by cars there.
- If you're ever late for a plane in Marrakech, and you hear them announcing "last call" for your flight, don't worry! They'll call last call at least eleven more times in the next twenty minutes. Eventually, they'll start announcing it nearly continuously, such that the PA won't even turn off between announcements. The words will run together smoothly, and soon it will be the soundtrack for your rapid descent into madness. This works doubly well if you are waiting for a delayed plane at 5.45 in the morning!
- I guess I like olives now. I had some with our first meal in Morocco, and they were alright. Then later, I had more, and they were pretty okay. Still later, I got annoyed when they weren't served for free as part of a meal. Eventually, I started ordering and paying for olive plates entirely of my own volition. No one is as surprised as I.
- Everything ever has a rooftop terrace in Morocco. This is wonderful and should be adopted in every place ever. Even Vancouver, where it is clearly very feasible on account of the weather. Especially Vancouver.
So I can't reasonably expect exclusive rights to olives anymore? Sad face. You also keep mistaking tortoises for turtles. Shame.
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