Oh man.
It was so sad to say goodbye to my best friend Mohammed.
As he dropped me at my hotel for my last day, he said, “it was a pleasure to k-now you,” pronouncing the k in know, which was so endearing because it was just a little thing specific to him.
[Obviously no judgement on that. I don’t speak any other languages. It was purely endearing.]
And then we’ve stayed pals on WhatsApp. But it was just really special to me that he was sad that I leave. I was sad to leave!
We talked about how special it was that he went ziplining for the first time, and rode in a boat for the first time! And I had experienced new places and people and foods and everything!
It was a fun new/growing experience for everyone. He even talked to my dad during one of our adventures, when my dad called me. (Mohammed tried to convince my dad to come to Morocco, but the jury’s out. We’ll see. [When I was younger, we’ll see meant no almost all of the time, but you never know!])
It was just a really, really special trip. And I was so happy to be with someone who made me feel so safe. Didn’t try to oversell me, or come on to me, or anything. We just had a really good, fun, affordable, safe, friendly time.
AND he was so nice. He knew I loved lemons. And in Morocco, I was obsessed with sprite. It was just so cold and felt so good. I almost never drink soda at home, but in the hot, hot Moroccan sun (where I still believe different bottled water brands taste wildly different), Sprite was always there.
So, he had a cooler full of Sprite everyday. And he had lemons. And the car was always so clean when he picked me up. Just literal best tour guide. I already miss him. It was so emotional saying goodbye. I thought we both were almost ready to cry!
If you go to Morocco and do a tour with anyone other than my best friend Mohammed, you’re doing it wrong! haha