Romain left on Tuesday. Hicham and I stayed up with him until about 5 am raiding the empty kitchen and talking. Everyone went with him to the airport in the afternoon and we sang songs and took pictures and waved goodbye while he went through security. Everything here is changing so dramatically. All the people I started my stay with are leaving and new people are coming. It's fun to have new people, but I selfishly wish everything would stay the same. The only reason I'm ok with leaving and going home is because I want to remember everything as the way it has been, and not how it might become. Even if what it becomes is great, it's not the same. I want to remember it as the entire "wonderful de chez wonderful" group in the crazy house in the oudayas... singing songs, having dinner parties every night, and dealing with ridiculous, hilarious, and unnecessary drama at all times.
For the past 4 nights in a row, I've been awake for the 4 am call to prayer, which is the most beautiful. It's more melancholic than the others and I love lying in bed listening to it. I guess I haven't been able to sleep because I've been thinking so much. I can't believe I have to leave in 3 weeks... my time here has gone by so quickly. I've seen and experienced more in the past 2 months than I normally would in a year. I've learned a lot about friendship, love, religion, culture, and myself. I've started to consider Morocco a third home-- I feel comfortable, happy, and safe here. Even so, I feel like I just got here yesterday, and I know the next 3 weeks will go by just as quickly, if not more so. On Sunday, Hicham, Gabriel, and I are leaving for a bike trip to Essaouira. It will take 4 days and we are camping on the way. When we get there, there will be a 4 day gnawa music festival. After we bike back, I only have a week left. I don't
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