She's Coming In Twelve Thirty Flight

For our last day, we treated ourselves to a delicious traditional breakfast at the hotel next door to our hostel. It included crepes, honey, tea, yogurt, muffins, bread and full tummies.

Fancy

After that, we had plenty of time to kill before it was time for our flight. So, we went around the souks again, buying gifts and souvenirs. I'm in love with my new flowy pants. I also grabbed Moroccan nut oil for my hair since it was so cheap. Once we finished our shopping, it was already too hot and time for lunch. We wanted to have a nice meal, so we decided to go back to The Henna Art Cafe. The owner was so happy to see us again, and she chatted with us while we ate. I even got a second tattoo, since it was so much fun.

A couple of hours later, we walked to the gardens by the mosque to soak in the sun before we returned to our rainy home. We passed the time by messing with the street vendors and talking about home. I also had a bit of fun when the call to prayer started blaring...

When it started nearing the time for us to be at the hostel, we decided to look at the shops nearby to pass the time. While the girls were shopping, I was trying to think of a way to get rid of the little dirham I had left, since it would only mean getting a penny back. And it was during this thinking that I had an idea that prompted one of my favorite parts of my entire trip (besides jumping off of waterfalls, of course). I went to a vendor and bought as much of the traditional bread as I could, which I was something like seven pieces. I took four and gave them to an elderly woman holding an infant that I had passed sitting on the ground for the entirety of my trip. Her eyes lit up when I kneeled down and opened the bag for her, trying to convey that two were for her and two were for the child. As I stood up, she blew me kisses and thanked me, breaking the bread and feeding the baby. As we walked along I eventually found a blind man and put a piece in his dish, then one sleeping man in dirty sheets, and one who was trying to attract attention by playing music. I felt so happy that they were able to eat that day, though I wish I could have done more. 

Finally, it was time to go back to Ireland. We got a cheap taxi, and left early in order to be on time for our flight. After we exchanged our money though, we found that our flight was earlier than we thought! We were rushed through security, but luckily made it just in time to board. We didn't have time to eat dinner, but the snacks on the plane got us through. The flight was a little rough, but I still managed to sleep through most of it, as Suze so graciously captured.

I didn't get into bed until three in the morning, but the trip was completely worth it, and definitely one of my favorite memories of my study abroad experience.