Travelling
I still remember my trip to Morocco three years ago. It was a two-week experience and my best summer holiday ever! I took a nearly two-hour flight to Marrakech in a low-cost airline with my father and my elder brothers. There, a guide, who had been a colleague of my father when they were twenty, was waiting for us.
We visited many different Moroccan cities travelling by jeep. Sitting there, I could see a lot of high rocky mountains through the window.. In every mountain pass, there was a small poor stall where a man offered us gemstones whose price was extremely cheap; my father told me most of them were false and, as the man was watching that we didn't buy him anything, he decided to give me one, only due to the fact that I was a woman! They have beliefs and a religion very different from ours. Considering their customs, I think the strangest one for me is their food and the way they have lunch. Firstly, you had to take your shoes off; after that, kneel around the table and finally, start eating with your own right hand! Everybody ate from the same dish and, if you considered the food had been delicious, you had to burp to prove it! I think in Spain that would be a really impolite and rude behaviour. And what about Moroccan people? In my opinion, Moroccan men are a little