Day Three: Rockin' The Kasbah

Literally, my host family lives in the Kasbah. Yesterday I wrote how I would become lost so easily but I already feel that I have a better grasp of the crooked alleyways. At the top of the house is an open terrace which looks out onto the city and the inlets from the Atlantic ocean. Half of the terrace is used for meals and the other half is set up as a T.V. room with ornately covered couches wrapped all around. I'm sitting here now, listening to the Moroccan music floating across the water and staring out at the city lit up against the night sky.
Today has been hazy and it still is, but it doesn't take away from the beauty of the city. I can see the Tour du Hassan that I mentioned yesterday and it looks even more majestic from afar because it is so much larger than all the buildings surrounding it. I can picture how thousands of years ago a man, miniscule at this distance or probably invisible, stood at the top of this building calling the Muslims to prayer. When the call to prayer comes now it is projected through loudspeakers which echo across the water giving the impression of an army of people all calling to one another from around the city. It is simultaneously overwhelming and moving.
Tomorrow classes begin and I will have to accept that I'm not simply a tourist and there's actual work to be done.