So I'm Going to Morocco....

I got an email today that threw me for a loop. I'm not going to Oman. There was a visa complication in going to Oman- a special waver was introduced for those of us born in 1996 or before. They're uncertain that they can get us this waver, and we were 11 days away from departing. So instead, they're sending us to Rabat, Morocco.

On the one hand, I'm thrilled that they adapted the program to make us fit and are working to get us into host families. I'm excited I still get to learn Arabic and learn about this foreign culture.

On the other hand, I wasn't ready to give up Oman.

I've spend about the past 3 months learning about the country and meeting all these lovely people, many of whom I'm not going to meet now. I have to exchange those absolutely gorgeous rials and meet a new group of people and change my flights.I have two weeks to prep to be in this country I had no idea I was going to be in and know little about. 

Most importantly, I'm going to have to change the name of this blog.

But I'm starting to see the bright side. Oman had incredibly high temperatures (like 106) while Morocco right now is sitting around a 70. I think their policy on modesty is a little bit looser. Their flag is easier to draw.

I'm going to  hate giving up Oman, but I think I will like Morocco. I've heard nothing but good things, it's just wrapping my head around everything.

I'm going to Morocco. A Summer in Morocco. I'll get there.