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Voy a Morocco (Marruecos)

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Voy a Marruecos en una semana. Estoy nerviosa, no sé por qué. He ido a Salvador, Brazil. ¿Qué lugar pueda ser más peligroso (además de las otras ciudades en eso país)? También, yo las sé las regulaciones de vestir en sitios religiosos; fui a India y Malaysia. Pienso que es que me hacería daño. No hay facilidades medicales suficientes en caso de una emergencia, sino en ciudades grandes como Rabat y Casablanca. Y esas también son caras. Sería problemas con seguro contra accidentes. Yo no sé.

Pero, al mismo tiempo, ¡estará en Maracas, en Casablanca, en Africa! Estoy excitada. Si queraís saber más sobre lo que hacerá, aquí es la página web: http://www.moroccoexchange.org.

I'm going to Morocco in one week. I'm nervous, but I don't know why. I've been to Salvador, Brazil. What place could be more dangerous (besides other cities in that country)? Also, I already know the rules of dressing in religious countries; I went to India and Malaysia. I think it's because I could get hurt. There aren't proper medical facilities in case of emergencies, except in big cities like Rabat and Casablanca. And those are expensive. There could be problems with insurance. I don't know.

But, at the same time, I'll be in Morocco, in Casablanca, in Africa! I am excited. If you want to know more about what I will be doing, here is the website for my program: http://www.moroccoexchange.org.
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