The North Star Project, 2013 Summer Report Number Twenty-Nine — Semester at Sea, A New Beginning
By John Cutshall, Update 2
With a slight jolt to the ship, I was awoken quickly. Anxiously, I rushed to the small porthole that was inside my room. With one hand I firmly grasped the curtain and yanked it back. A rush of light blinded me, but slowly my vision came back and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Outside of my small porthole lied our first port in all of its glory: Casablanca, Morocco. Small buildings lined the sandy coast with visible desert on either side of the city. As I scanned the area I noticed a large minaret that dominated the skyline that belonged to the Hasan II mosque, a billion dollar structure. After stuffing my backpack with my camera, some snacks, and a water bottle, I was ready to fully embrace the adventure that lied ahead of me. Looking back, I mark this point as a new beginning in my life, as it is where I obtained my unquenchable thirst for travel, culture, and life.
I shuffled onto a tour bus ready to go out and see the city. The first place that we stopped was a large market right in the heart of the city. As I got off of the air-conditioned bus, I can remember the hot, thick air piercing my lungs. Looking in every direction, nothing was the same as home, and I loved it. I remember feeling a rush as I was so excited for the rest of my journey to occur. People had warned me about “culture shock” and I had never believed in it until that very moment. It is something that cannot be described in words, but instead, needs to be experienced. We headed into the market and it was like something straight out of an Indiana Jones movie. To my left there were thousands of flowers with every color, shape, and texture imaginable. To my right, there were fresh fruits as far as I could see. As we preceded further into the market the food shops started to appear. There were meat shops that consisted of beef, and horse, but no pork as the majority of Moroccans practice Islam. As it was time to leave the market, I was too busy taking in everything around me as well as taking a few to many pictures and I lost my group. I couldn’t believe it! Within the first hour off of the ship I had lost my group! I stayed calm and headed back to where I remembered the bus was and luckily found them. We then headed to the dominating factor of the Moroccan skyline, the Hasan II Mosque.
As we went up to the door to enter the magnificent building we had to remove our shoes. The fifty foot tall doors swung open to reveal the most magnificent, elaborate building that I had ever seen. From floor to ceiling everything was either marble, crystal, or glass. From floor to ceiling was over one hundred feet tall. Every square inch of the mosque was decorated with different patterns or jewels. The mosque cost almost a billion dollars to build, so it was quite ornate. As we went through there were probably 50 of the most magnificent glass chandeliers that I had ever seen. In my entire life I had never seen anything to this scale so I couldn’t help but being awed throughout the tour. We headed to the end of the mosque that faced the sea and there were huge stained class windows that were probably each fifty feet tall. They let in different shades of light onto the floor of the mosque, which made it that much more amazing. We then headed down into the basement of the mosque where there were probably 50 small fountains in every direction. The tour was quite amazing, and afterwards we headed back onto the bus and stopped for some famous Moroccan tea before boarding the ship again. Afterwards, I went out with some new friends to explore what the city had to offer, including: restaurants, more shops, and camels everywhere!
This was day one of five in the country that started my passion for travel. Looking back on the experience is amazing, but sad at the same time. It is quite hard to think of all of these experiences and not be saddened by them because they were so amazing and I know that I will never feel quite that way again. The people, culture, and images of Morocco are something that I will hold with me my entire life and I will never let them go. The memories are burned into my brain like a movie that you have seen a thousand times. I can literally play back many of them in my mind, and it still takes my breath away. In my next journal, I will talk about traveling outside of Casablanca. I will write about my experience in Marrakech, a sketchy hostel, and a camel ride into the middle of the Sahara that showed me the most brilliant night skies I have ever seen.
Photo 1: Sunrise the morning we docked in Casablanca
Photo 2: One of the butcher shops in the market
Photo 3: Outside of the Hasan II Mosque
Photo 4: Inside of the Hasan II Mosque, notice the chandeliers that line either side
The link to my video of Morocco on youtube. It is completely fine with me if this is put on the journal. I would love for people to experience what I experienced and I find that video is the single best way for this to happen.
The North Star Project: Collaboration between The Middle Ground Journal Student Interns, The College of St. Scholastica, and North Star Academy 8th Grade Global Studies Classes, 2013-2014 School Year Summer Reports.
Under the leadership of our North Star host teachers and student interns, The North Star Project has flourished for two years. For a brief summary, please see a recent article in the American Historical Association’s Perspectives on History, at:
This summer we will re-tool and re-design the collaborative program, drawing on the experience of our veteran student interns, ideas from our host teachers, and new projects provided by our incoming student interns. This summer The Middle Ground Journal will share brief dispatches from our North Star Project student interns, particularly from those who are currently stationed, or will soon be stationed abroad. As of the time of this report we have confirmed student interns who will be reporting from Mongolia, Southern China, Shanghai, northeastern China, The Netherlands, Tanzania, Ireland, England, Finland, Russia, and Haiti. We also have students developing presentations on theatrical representations of historical trauma, historical memory, the price individuals pay during tragic global conflicts, and different perceptions of current events from around the world. We will post their brief dispatches here throughout the summer, and report on their interactions with the North Star students and teachers throughout the school year.
Hong-Ming Liang, Chief Editor, The Middle Ground Journal, The College of St. Scholastica, Duluth, MN, USA, June, 2013
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