"Morocco, is that in Spain?"
Trip Start
Apr 01, 2010
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Trip End
Apr 18, 2010
It's starting to feel routine. The packing, the getting ready to go, the last-minute scramble to clear enough of my to-do list at the office to allow me to actually depart... well, we'll see about that. There are still a few hours to go. Will I be able to escape the office in time to make it to the airport? Anyone care to place a bet?
This trip's preparations were even more rushed than usual. The Passover seders, combined with some urgent work stuff and some unforeseen personal emergencies, meant I didn't really have time to start packing or getting organized until last night. Luckily, I seem to have it down to a science by now. Besides, I don't need much. My passport, a toothbrush, a change of clothes, and a spirit of adventure.
One amusing moment came when I phoned up the bank to make my routine notification of my intent to travel. (It helps ensure that my cards will work overseas.) Here's a recap of the actual conversation I had with the customer service agent:
Her: And where are you going?
Me: Morocco.
Her: Where is Morocco? Is that in Spain?
Me (not sure if I heard correctly): No, Morocco. As in, the country.
Her: Oh, Morocco's a country?
Me: Yep. Last I checked.
In her defence, maybe she just doesn't have a map. I wonder if she knows where "the Iraq" is?
Anyway, I'm out of here in a couple of hours, off to the airport. Catch ya on the other side of the Atlantic!
This trip's preparations were even more rushed than usual. The Passover seders, combined with some urgent work stuff and some unforeseen personal emergencies, meant I didn't really have time to start packing or getting organized until last night. Luckily, I seem to have it down to a science by now. Besides, I don't need much. My passport, a toothbrush, a change of clothes, and a spirit of adventure.
One amusing moment came when I phoned up the bank to make my routine notification of my intent to travel. (It helps ensure that my cards will work overseas.) Here's a recap of the actual conversation I had with the customer service agent:
Her: And where are you going?
Me: Morocco.
Her: Where is Morocco? Is that in Spain?
Me (not sure if I heard correctly): No, Morocco. As in, the country.
Her: Oh, Morocco's a country?
Me: Yep. Last I checked.
In her defence, maybe she just doesn't have a map. I wonder if she knows where "the Iraq" is?
Anyway, I'm out of here in a couple of hours, off to the airport. Catch ya on the other side of the Atlantic!

