Personal Narrative Essay: My Visit To Morocco

At first, I didn’t want to come to Morocco. I wanted to go to Spain because my mom study abroad there and she loved it. I did not get into Spain so, the study abroad people told me about studying in Morocco. It sounded like a cool place to study abroad and it was somewhere where I would probably never get to go to in my life. So I choose to come here. When I first got here it was at night so I could not see much, but the buildings that were on the sides of the streets were different than back home. They had the store or shop at the bottom and the house on the top. The next day, when I came downstairs to eat breakfast, I could hear the call the prayer being announced and in that moment it struck me. This place was completely different than

When I looked outside the buildings were different shapes and colors. They were also close together. In America, our houses are always far apart from each other and they all have similar structures. They also have a big grassy front yard with many plants. The houses here did not have this.

On our first day of exploring the city, I got to see many different things that I would not have in the America. First of all the traffic was insane. It did seem to have any rules. When the cars got to the traffic circles everyone just went in. They would honking their horn if they were not going anywhere fast. They would also inch closer and closer to the car in front of them. I saw this and I thought ‘were there any rules to the traffic circle or was it a free for all?’ In America, we don’t have traffic circles and if we do it is in really small towns. So, seeing so many of them here was surprising. As we continued walking down the street I saw a lot of men staring at us. They would be driving by in their cars and stare, or they would walk down the road and stare as we walked by. This we very shocking to me, in America staring is frowned upon. Catcalling is also frowned upon, but here they seem to do it a lot especially to foreigners. In