Moroccan men are creeptastic

So I haven't had the best of weeks. It started out really well. I was mildly homesick but I got to go back to my homestay and I moved into the student residence which is nice. But since then I have been trying to find the good in Fes and it is really hard. I know I shouldn't be complaining because I am in a foreign country and getting opportunities that most people only dream of but even abroad you can have bad days. And recently, I've had a few.

I got sick again this week. I think I have a parasite of sorts in my intestines. It sucks. I have some antibiotics but for now I feel fine so I'm gonna save them until I'm not doing well again. I skipped class on Thursday morning because I was up all night feeling awful. At least Rose was away for the evening otherwise it probably would have been unpleasant for her to share a room with me and my sick self.

The weather is getting unbearable again. It has made me rethink heading south after classes are over. I know I told my friend Suzanne I would travel with her but I found this sweet deal to go to France so if all the logistics work out I may be going to Europe for the week. But that is also massively expensive so we'll see. If not I think I'm gonna go to a town on the Mediterranean and just chill til I leave for home.

Today I went out with some other students. It was ok. There was a mass miscommunication and I ended up leaving early with my friend Brad to meet Christie for dinner. It was nice to have a quiet evening. However, I went with Christie to McDonalds to meet a friend of hers and get a soda with ice, yes drinks with ice are rare here. It wasn't dark yet so I told her I could walk myself the two blocks or so it takes to get home and we have a guard so I wasn't really concerned. However, I got followed the entire way by this creepy man in a car. He would drive like twenty feet ahead of me and then pull over get out and try to talk to me. I pretended like I was going into the hotel a little ways up from the villa but it didn't work. I made it home fine but it really freaked me out. I really don't wanna start fearing this place or hating Morocco. My friend Allie got robbed in the medina on Wednesday in broad daylight at knife point. It is just really freaky. I am still shocked that I am still here after getting robbed on the train.

On a better note, it is weird that I keep saying my friend so and so and I did this with my friend blah. I mean I have been here for four weeks but I feel really close to certain people already. I hope we stay in contact once we get back but who knows if that will happen. I also continue to meet a lot of new students which is cool too.

Well, I hope after a weekend of relaxing and catching up I am feeling a little more positive about life in Morocco. I am over half way done with my trip which is a weird feeling.

-Jescie