I am so fortunate that my son, Adam, is able to take this trip with me! Yesterday, I met him in Schenectady, where he lives, and we took the Amtrak train to New York City and stayed overnight with my daughter in Brooklyn. We were up bright and early at 3:45 a.m. to get to the JFK Airport to catch our 6:55 a.m. flight to Casablanca, Morocco. The flight was six and a half hours long, and we were served breakfast and dinner (can anyone figure out why we didn't get lunch?).
We were surprised by how little English was spoken by our cab driver and by the waitstaff at the restaurant. Adam and I both speak some French -- "un petite peu" -- so we were able to communicate what we wanted. Arabic is the other language spoken, and signs are in both French and Arabic.
We are staying at a hotel on the beach and look forward to exploring Casablanca tomorrow, before taking the train on Sunday to Marrakesh, where the conference is being held. What would you like to know about Morocco or Casablanca? Please click on the word "comment" by the blog post title to respond!