Give me hot sauce on my taco…

I have been vaguely planning a month-long train journey from England to Morocco during my Easter break next year. Today I bought a guidebook as a sort of self-motivator. (Because if I can dream it, it does not necessarily follow that I will do it.) Here are some of the reactions my purchase received:

Mom: Morocco? You know what that makes me think of.

Me: Yea, your little Jewish-looking daughter wandering around all alone.

Mom: I was going to say Epcot.

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My Dad’s friend who is my age: You’re planning on going to Morocco?

Me: Yup.

Dad’s friend: Bring a gun!

People are so pleasant.

Major evangelical bonus points to anyone who can complete the title quote. If you can, know that this is not my reason for going to Morocco. At all. (It’s actually more of a Crosby, Stills & Nash inspired random whim.)