We don't realize how little we can live with, until we do it. It was an adjustment coming to Spain, showering for less time and in a different way etc, but still more of an adjustment to Morocco. Returning to Sevilla, I found so many things unnecessary, since I realize I can live without them now. Though I usually go equipped with toilet paper and hand sanitizer, I paid even closer attention to having these items on me in Morocco. Soon after, it became second nature. I stepped into my bathroom at my home in Sevilla and marveled at the luxury of it. I would not have described it as so before my trip. Though an occasional hair or sticky spot can be found in the sink, it now seemed to me a spa. Bathrooms in Morocco are not a fancy spot to relax and hang out...do your buisness in-and-out. After mastering the art of using a squat toilet, the Western toilet now seems so luxurious. I developed a routine in Morocco. I didn't realize how much I was thinking to do simple things until I returned. Using a bathroom here does not require a special consciousness. I expereinced a strange vacancy. I don't need this luxury! Should I have stayed longer living in such conditions, this mental strain would have turned into a comfortable habit.

Moroccan public schools teach Islam to children of all relgiions, but do not obligate them to pray. Moroccans are very proud of their attitude of tolerance. The largest Mosque in Tangier is across form the largest church. Very interesting...