I lived in Morocco last summer. It totally surpassed my expectations—it was pretty amazing.
I made friends with a lot of people, but the closest friend I made was a Moroccan Jew.
It’s funny, because when I first met him, he was still uncomfortable telling anyone that he was Jewish. But he felt at ease enough with me to tell me, a Palestinian Muslim. That meant a lot to me. He even featured me in his documentary thesis on Moroccan Judaism, which I got a kick out of.
I never realized how funny this all sounded until I told a co-worker today.