Saturday, August 15, 2009

McMorocco

On the 29th of July I officially brought my two years of Peace Corps Service to an end. My last day was complete with stacks of paperwork, and a final ceremonial cutting of my Peace Corps identification card. A few friends and I decided that in order to make our transition back to the USA a little bit easier, we would take a short trip to the second world, Morocco, to help us. The difference between Burkina and Morocco was astounding. In Burkina I spent nearly everyday waking up the the melodic sounds of donkeys and roosters and enjoying meals of rice and onions, but in Morocco, I found a veritable wonderland of silence and culinary delights. I spent a week and a half gorging myself on streetside ice cream vendors and McDonalds cheeseburgers. Thats right McDonalds. It might not sound that exciting, but to someone who hasn't had heavily processed, greasy, preservative filled tastiness in 2 years, it was amazing. The rest of the trip was agreed upon to be ok, but we all just wanted to get back to America.

Two days ago I arrived in America, and it is everything I remember it being and more. Now if you will excuse me, the baseball game is starting and my apple pie is getting cold.