_____The next afternoon I had to head
back to Ouarzazate to catch my flight. We went out and loaded
all of my stuff on a grand taxi and then sat down to wait. After
2 hours of waiting Mom decided that I better buy out the rest
of the taxi so I wouldn't have to drive over the pass at night.
Way to think ahead Mom! That would suck- to cheat death for the
whole trip only to die on the last day!
Becky bought the taxi out for me. I thanked her for a wonderful time and told her that I would miss her. With that we were off. In the course of my ride back to Ouarzazate I was able to make good use of what little Dereeja I had learned, as well as phrases in French, Spanish, and Tashelhait. By the end of the ride I had people accusing me of being fluent in several of these. I think I had them really confused, but it was probably just me that was confused. That night I slept at the Zween House. The next morning I got up early and headed to the airport. I walked out onto the tarmac at 5:30 am and said B'slama to Morocco and Bis M'allah to 21 hours of airplanes and airports.