By the time this gets published I’ll be back in Goshen, expounding upon the wondrous comforts of the western toilet, shower and central heating. But despite how many things I miss about home, as my time in Morocco comes to a close, I can’t help thinking about all of the things I will miss when I leave. A few of these things are as follows:

-The food (and always being told to eat, even with food in hand and mouth)

-The chickens, turkeys, sheep, goats and donkeys hanging out all over town

-Seeing the Arabic script everywhere

-Living in old Medina

-Dirhams

-The Souk (market)

-Being called Monsieur (makes me feel fancy)

-The super good tea

-Playing Rummy in the cafe

-Old men in djellabas crusin’ around on motos

-Sultana (a Turkish soap opera our mom watched religiously with Liz and I)

-Having four meals a day, every day, whether you want it or not, no matter what

-Hawaii (probably the best soda in the world)

-Moroccan architecture and tiling

-The call to prayer

-All of the fantastic moustaches (Moroccans really know how to grow ‘em)

-Fresh bread every day as the main utensil for eating

-The mountains

-Soccer everywhere (Everyone either likes Real Madrid or Barcelona and all the kids playing on the street want to be Christiano Ronaldo)

-Awful American movies and WWE on TV all the time (which I watch anyway)

-How easy it is to impress people with simple phrases

-And last, but definitely not least, our service dad, the Moroccan Cliff Huxtable

Austin Sprunger is a senior English major.