Travelling

After being up late seeing the Hunger Games at midnight, I woke up at 8 to go to Miami International Airport to fly to JFK and then travel on to Casablanca. I got to my 11:30 flight at 10:15 and had a great experience in the airport.

I was riding the sky tram from gates 25 to the station for gates 1 to 20. As the doors were about to close, a black lady came on yelling "Does this train take you to gate 40?" repeatedly. If she had stopped to read the sign on the side of the train, she would have seen that we were going to gates 1 to 20. However, as soon as she asked the question a second time, the doors closed and a voice came on over the loud speaker that said "Now leaving for gates 1 to 20." Unfazed, the lady asked us all again, "So is gate 40 there?" and an Asian guy quickly responded, "Don't you know how to do Math?" It was fantastic.

I sat in JFK for four hours while I waited for my flight to leave. As time passed, Christie, Alice, Joe, Marissa, and Ron all showed up. We boarded our Royal Air Maroc flight at 5:20, leaving our American lives behind. I rode on the plane behind a screaming baby, next to an ex-Marine, and in front of Alice. I spent the flight being audibly reminded of the baby's presence and reading the Life of Pi. When we landed in Casablance at 5:30, an hour earlier than we were supposed, I was ready to be off that plane, now equipped with the knowledge that not much worse could happen on my trip after being behind that baby and having to eat two airplane meals over an 8 hour period. We barely got our luggage (Joe's was in the last five bags to come out) and then changed some of our money. After finding our way down to the train station in the basement, we had a 45 minute break before we could start our travels to Fez.