Perhaps the most exotic destination I have had the privilege to visit was on the African continent's northern coast -- Morocco. While our foray there only lasted a day and wasn't really logically connected with my Spanish class's trip to southern Spain, it was easily one of the most memorable parts of the trip. We toured the thin, winding streets of a small city and it seemed that around each bend was a strange new surprise awaiting us. In the marketplace, the strange scents of pig meat, left hanging and fresh from the slaughter behind vendors, and foreign spices stung my nostrils. All around the hubbub of the language -- I believe it was Arabic -- sounded oddly musical. Old men, seated in out-of-place looking wire chairs, watched us as they sipped their drinks. The sights and sounds will stick with me forever.
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