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Instead of giving you the play-by play of the entire week, telling of every morsel or crumb of food that entered into my mouth, or every sight we saw, Id rather describe the feelings I had when walking around the city. The very first day when exploring the city by foot with the guidance of our fearless leaders Christi and Eric, we crossed a funeral walking down the street. A funeral consisted of 50 men walking down the street holding a body wrapped within a linen sheet chanting and singing. This was pretty overwhelming considering we were in the country for a mere two hours. The people of morocco were really helpful, kind, and generally very genuine. However there still were the hustlers, beggars, and decent salesmen. Our tour guides and drivers were the most genuine men who were interested in giving us the full experience of there home, and I could not have been more appreciative. Overall the trip consumed me with a sense of gratefulness and appreciation for what I had and the opportunities in my reach. This seems very cliché and sounds like a bunch of bologna but that’s the truth. Seeing the places these people lived, worked, and played left some in awe. To see ten children playing with a soccer ball so weathered it appeared as though it were a piece of inflated garbage was really amazing. To watch how happy and satisfied they were with that ball. Back home a child would have three or four soccer balls in their collections, and still desire more. The people there are part of a tight knit community and work together to make it work. I am very glad to have taken that trip to
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