Photos

Easter Bunny

Thanks Mom for allllll of the Godiva chocolate! Happy Mother's Day :)

Call to Prayer in Istanbul, Turkey

This was the "Call to Prayer" that was played 5x a day in Istanbul- pretty amazing. The audio doesn't sound that great on my Flip.

Athens View from the Acropolis

Blog Explanation

Ok so many of you were wondering what this blog was- it's from my Summer 2010 travels to eight countries with an AMAZING program called Semester at Sea. (Canada, Spain, Italy, Greece, Croatia, Turkey, Egypt, and Morocco)

This was made for friends and family to read while I was abroad for three months.

But it's been a while since that trip (almost a year!!) so I might just turn this into a photography/writing/random blog!

:)

favorite food- Italy and Spain
place I'd go back to- Croatia
favorite people- Turkey
best shopping- Greece
worst traffic- Egypt and Turkey
favorite culture shock - Morocco

Eeyore

August 10

This morning I woke up congested with allergies from the squeaky clean beds… Not to mention that there were praying mantis, spiders, and flies everywhere! The henna on my hands had gotten all over me and the orange spots are still fading…

Breakfast was on the roof and it was the same thing- mint tea, bread, honey, and my favorite- fig jam! Mmm, I miss that. We all sat on the roof for a while then started packing up the donkeys again. We had about a 2-hour hike to get to the vans that would take us back to Marrakech. The hike (more like a walk) was much different than the days before. We went through a few villages but mainly stayed on the edge of mountains looking down at the river. Once we got to the bottom, we crossed the river, along with the donkeys. There were jeeps at the top of the steepest slope and we loaded our stuff and said bye to the donkeys! We named one Eeyore, he carried our stuff the whole trip and we have plenty of pictures with him! The car ride to Marrakech was about an hour and a half and once we got to the hotel and unloaded, we ran across to the supermarket. I bought some snacks and drinks to take back on the ship and for the train ride. We walked to the train station in a hurry, and then ended up waiting there for an hour or two. We went in little shops and got coffee, then the 5 of us girls all got matching bracelets to remember this amazing trip to the Berber Villages! Once we got on the train, we quickly found out that it was the wrong cart. We picked up all of our heavy stuff, dripping sweat, and moved to another one. It was the wrong one again!! We had trouble finding the right one, which had NO air conditioning!! We sat in the 90F room for 4 hours to Casablanca… I can’t tell you how much cooler it felt outside than in that little cart, and how miserable/hilarious the train ride was. We hoped on some more vans and then headed to the ship. Once we entered the port, we waved bye to Morocco and stood in a longgg line to get back onto the ship one last time!
BYE MORROCCO!!!