Extra Morocco

I can’t believe it…I will finally fly to Morocco tomorrow!  I really can’t believe that I’m going still.  Some things in life seem surreal, and this is one of those moments.  I’m not exactly sure how I got so lucky.  All I know is that I’m trusting a woman (we only went out 4 or 5 times) to host me and plan my entire trip.   Although I did buy a Moroccan travel guidebook, I decided to almost completely ignore it since my native friend will do all the planning.  I know it might seem strange but I completely trust that I will have a great adventure.  When I mention this to my work colleagues as well as random people I strike up a conversation with, they think I’m kind of crazy for staying with and trusting an almost complete stranger.   Perhaps I’m a little crazy but it’s a good kind of crazy.  It’s just that I can’t pass up a travel adventure!  To add to my “craziness,” the brother of the woman I’m staying with (he lives in Chicago) asked me some time ago if I had room in my luggage.  Sure, I said.  He asked me if I would take some type of massage padding for a chair which is a present for his dad.  Ok.  Well, the next thing I know, when I saw the size of it, I got a little upset.  The thing is much bigger and heavier than I thought.  In fact, it doesn’t even fit in my usual large luggage.  Damn.  I felt like the guy tricked me into taking it because now, I must pay $100.00 for the extra baggage fee.  I struggled for a week on what to do, along with the reasons why this problem was presented to me as I never, ever, before took more than the one allowed baggage.  I didn’t want to tell the guy that I couldn’t take it, especially because he introduced me to his sister who will be hosting me.  So after assuming that I would find a box large enough at work to bring home, I had no luck.  I would have to go buy a box at Staples or some office supply store.  But then in my head I pictured myself struggling to maneuver the damn box at the train station when I would have to take the stairs, along with my large luggage, my purse, and another carry on bag.  I tried to stuff the chair padding in my smaller luggage thinking it would just be easier to take since it has wheels, but the damn thing wouldn’t fit, either.  Then I remembered the luggage I took to Turkey which I decided to throw away at some point but which I was currently using as a storage unit.  Yes.  It fit perfectly!  After this success I felt like a light bulb went on inside my head.  A year ago when I was coming back from Rome, my luggage was over the weight limit so I had to open my luggage and unpack a few things to put in my carry on bag.  I was embarrassed then as my underwear and bras were on top where others saw them as I was hurriedly unpacking and repacking my bag by the sidelines.  I bought too many souvenirs in Rome, especially books, which weighed too much, bringing me over the 50 lb. weight limit guidelines.  So my lightbulb moment was the fact that now I have plenty of room in my extra luggage to bring back souvenirs as I intend to shop ’til I drop!  And since I was going to throw away the luggage, I can leave it in Morocco if I end up not buying enough to warrant an extra luggage as well as the extra fee.  There. Problem solved. 

As I spent today doing last minute errands for my Morocco trip, I ended up in a travel store.  They didn’t have what I really came to get–a travel scale–but I did buy a new adapter and some luggage tags.  And I finally bought my first airplane pillow in the shape of a watermelon which immediately makes me happy and smile!  Truth be told  that the salesman was from…Morocco. 

I am getting ready for bed now and I’m looking outside my window with a gorgeous full moon shining down on me.  I will sleep well, for sure.  A new adventure is waiting for me in the morning…

Sleeping on the plane will be more FUN
with this watermelon pillow!

About Blogatrixx

I took a solo trip to Istanbul in May, 2012 that changed me forever. It started my passion for travel, and it also ignited my passion for photography. This blog was created to express and appreciate the beauty of life through my travels.
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