What a week. This afternoon, we brought Olga to the bus station and said our goodbyes. She has really been the mom of the house, a confidant, and a great friend. It's really hard to say what the next couple of months are going to be like without her. With the way that our group's dynamic has been shifting so much, with people coming and going, it's hard to say what things are going to be like.

Pony kisses, Ola.

Otherwise, it's hard to think of a time I've been happier. There are still people trying their best to get me down, but I refuse to let them. My friendships here are developing into beautiful, wonderful relationships that I'm going to remember forever. I haven't gotten much sleep because every night, I've been staying up late having great conversations, enjoying hours of laughter and good times.

Do I really have to leave Morocco in two months? This seems far to short a time to have the time of my life.