Voiture 24 - dix-huit

Well I’m on a train and it was a whole process getting on and getting to my cabin. I forgot dix-huit means 18 and had to squeeze my way up to the front of the train car from the back where I entered. But I made it. My suitcase looks precarious in the overhead area. It would be a tragedy if it fell. But that won’t be happening so I won’t mention that again. This begins the 2nd leg of my journey in Morocco! Off to Marrakech! 🎉 

I’m here now! Having lunch with old and new friends! 

I’ll retroactively post about my last day in Rabat! It was super memorable!