A Semester in Morocco
From January to May 2015, I lived in Rabat, Morocco's capital city, studying Arabic and journalism at the Center for Cross-Cultural Learning.
Part 1: If it could go wrong, it did.
When you're someone who's idea of getting to the airport on time is arriving to the gate three hours before the scheduled boarding time, the concept of catching a connecting flight just before the doors are slated to close is pretty high on the list of things that you wish to never happen. But it did for me, and I am that 'someone.'
Not only did the plane arrive late to Boston from Paris, a badly timed snowstorm meant the plane's wings needed to be defrosted before take-off to Rabat. The roadblock was just enough to add a little stress on to the travels, but not enough to really worry about missing my connecting flight to Rabat. After all was said and done, I'd arrive to Paris just about an hour late. No big deal, right?