The things I miss the most about Morocco are those nights and almost nights we all spent together, talking, listening to music, making music (eh, shweeah.), being ridiculous, brushing our teeth, sleeping outside on the terrace. The times right around dinner. THAT’s bonding. I don’t understand what I have here at all. It’s like San Francisco runs on a different schedule, and I always miss that scheduled in bonding time. God, at least let me see those stars, the big dipper, “the snail”, and all his buddies, again.