When I first came to Morocco I didn’t know what to expect. When we got in the van and started to drive the first thing I realized was the driving, the crazy unfamiliar, driving. It was so much different then D.C people were frequently honking horns,quickly swerving into the next line, yelling to one another out of their car, and not moving to the side of the road when ambulances come by, it was crazy. In D.C, it was orderly nobody honked that munch and you didn’t run a red light. After a few days though I got used to the driving, but then came Ramadan. People come early back from work, causing traffic to be worse, and the people were in a rush. Without letting you know they would cut you off, my mom had to push the brakes so hard we almost crashed. my dad then became frustrated and got mad “ these people need to get out of the cotton pick’n road.” he would yell. But once Ramadan ended my dad went back to normal and the driving died down .When I fist came to Morocco I didn’t know what to expect, now I do.
Jennifer Hudson Birthday Song
4 years ago
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