A Few Words of Reflection...

So...now that I have been back in the States for a little over a month and have had some time to reflect on the trip and experience as a whole I thought I would write a few words...
First that I feel so lucky to have shared this amazing time throughout the semester and in the country with my classmates and professors who led us. I was apprehensive coming into the class a little late when everyone had already been thinking about the trip and talking with each other about it but that quickly faded and gave way to my next concern which was: like 2 out of the 15 kids had ever been outside of the country (not including canada) and none had been to I suppose you could call a "developing country"...Having been to Nicaragua when I was 15 and Ghana and Haiti since I felt like I might be a slightly different page going into the trip. Yet, again any concern I had was met with a sigh of relief when we finally got there, I was only twice extremely put off by the actions or words spoken by anyone the whole time. Not only that but I felt I had come into the trip with too much of what I thought I knew about developing countries and was surprised myself with the way the people interacted with each other and us. Morocco changed my whole perspective on Muslims and Muslim cultures, I learned a lot on the trip and wouldn't change a thing about it-not the bone chilling rain, not the miserable sleepless plane rides, not our slightly neurotic guide, not the fact that I lost our tri-pod before we got to Morocco, not the fact that we were almost stranded at night with no idea where we were and no way to communicate with anyone...nothing.