End of my morocco adventure (needs proofreading)
I left Morocco on the second of July. The day before, I had some time with Siham. I will really miss my first friend from Morocco.
Everything went as smooth as it could go. I was quite worried actually; about getting my pay on time, how much will I have to pay for excess baggage, and about finding my way to airport. Until the last day, I was still getting lost so easily despite all my familarity after a year. Many times, in spite of my will, I was choosing the unfamiliar paths just to experience new things, and of course ending up with asking the way out every 5 minutes. Finding your way is about knowing the right time to ask for help. If you are late in asking, you miss a turn, and lose an hour, thus smoke 3 more cigarettes, which is a nasty consequence of stress.
I didn't pay for excess baggage which I actually was over by 20 kg. Thanks to my charm, Moroccan girls were always kind to me, and actually i loved them, but no, unfortunately I left Morocco alone.
I got my pay on time, thanks to payroll manager, great guy he was. And the day before, I had the greatest time with the guys in Turkish school. Exchanging gifts and promissing to keep in touch.
After 4 hours flight, I arrived Istanbul with an hour delay. Being stuck in Casablanca airport didn't really bother me at all, since I was so happy for going home. I missed Turkish food, and Istanbul more than anything else. It was so nice to see my family, and to know I will see my friends soon.
At the end of my story in Morocco, I can easily say I am happy with it, and learnt a great deal about life in a foreign country. For sure, it helped me a lot in order to be a better me.
Thank you for reading this blog for the last 15 months, i will continue writing from time to time, if only Ozay decides to go to Ifrane instead of me. See you in Lausanne.
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