Europe to Africa

The photo is of me on our first night in Morocco. Trademark green hoodie: check. Parfumed goldenrod backpack: check! Crazy yoho face complete with odd hand motions: double check!!

So Damien lent me his backpack for the trip. As my group was sitting awaiting the plane, I occasionally smelled this really good spicy scent. I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I wasn’t sitting near any males and it was definitely a male oriented fragrance. Suddenly I realized that it was me! Every time I opened the bag, this fairly strong scent wafted out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining because I rather like the smell. I merely wasn’t expecting to carry around a manly fragrance for the duration of the voyage. lol.

On the plane, my ink pen exploded. I forgot that “real ink” pens need to be opened with the tip upright when in pressurized compartments. There was ink everywhere. I attempted to clean it up, but I fear that a cleaning professional may be the only solution.

Walking out of the airport, I was immediately hit with cool, damp air. I was instantly reminded of the Philippines. At night, near the ocean, the Philippine air would wrap itself around you like a damp blanket. Chilled but warm at the same time – a paradox of sorts, but it’s the only way I can think to describe it. I am neither extremely excited nor extremely disheartened. Instead I’m calm and at peace – smiling sweetly to myself. Slowly letting the surroundings seep into my pores while munching on a KitKat. Goodness in the form of chocolate. My mind races.