7 hour bus trip back. I notice the trip isn’t so bad with a settled stomach, though it is still tiring to be in there for that long. Pretty much everyone sleeps, and we have a picnic lunch at Jamela on the beach. I notice they bring out the coveted peanut butter, which otherwise I have never seen while here. I go for the nutella rip-off chocolate spread myself. Bread, tuna, coke, and chips - a champion lunch. Also, there are camels on the beach. Mely and I take pictures on them, and though the guy tries to tell me 20DH I get him down to 10 for the shots. Steph is an amazing photographer and you’ll have to see the shots.
We finally arrive at Rabat by 5, where I write for a while, as Hanan, our teacher, was kind enough to not give us homework during the trip. Modolu comes over, and we go to Kacey’s house to watch the final Eurocup match between Spain and Germany. There are some questionable calls and the game is pretty slow moving, though Spain manages to pop one in before the half. I can see fireworks over the rooftops of Rabat; I guess for Spain’s goal, but I’ll have to ask later. [The next day I asked Mohamed the father, but he says Rabat doesn’t have the set up for fireworks. I definitely saw them though. I guess they must have been for the game, as he did say there were fireworks in Tangiers and Spain for it.] After the game Naomi and Kristen come over, but the family isn’t comfortable with the girls being over. It’s odd because this family has had 25 students before Kacey, and they had even invited Dooler to rest for a while earlier without Kacey even there. However, with us and girls in the living room the family is uncomfortable, so we leave and walk the girls home.
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