Well, I made the fatal mistake of walking outside instead of following the actual SIGN and had go back through security after 30 minutes of walking around outside, so I missed the 4:00 train. But no worries, I have money now (an irrational fear of mine is arriving in a country with no local currency, for fear all the ATMs will be empty. Stupid, I know!). And I have a ticket and am no longer in "oh shit I'm lost in a foreign land and will die in this very spot" mode. I am a good traveler, I swear, it just takes me a day or so to get acclimated!
I am pretty sure there are no more than three Americans within a mile of me. It was almost all French and Dutch people on my plane, I thought I caught an American accent in the ticket line, but he was pretty far ahead of me so I'm not sure. What's funny is, I sat down in an empty part of the train platform and very quickly I attracted about a dozen white people. Safety in numbers I guess?
I'm extremely conscious of being an American here, much more so than in Turkey because there are a lot of people in traditional dress. I guess it sort of compares to my layover at Dubai airport a couple of years ago, except much less bling mixed in. I.e., no golden palm trees (I think only Darryl will get this one! Awww.
I'm still attracting white people over here, but of course no one speaking is speaking English. That's ok, I talked enough with that Tahitian guy on the plane to last me a couple of days.
Train platforms are officially Snoozeville! It reminds me a little of Marta, except it's not all grey concrete.
I think I'm going to read up on Fes a little, I was saving it for the train but I just can't wait any longer!!
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