The Day Before the Trip to Morocco

16. September 2022

So. Here it was. The last day before the first vacation since before the pandemic. My first vacation since... forever. I'm not kidding, I think the last time I went on vacation was in the summer of 2019, right before I started law school.

We went to Pag for a concert by DJ Timmy Trumpet. The concert was not very good, there were too many people and 90% were guys. Burh. But the trip was still nice because, after all, we went to the sea. It was also the first time I had driven a car that far - we drove for five hours. In a 20-year-old car. With barely working air conditioning. Great.

Anyway. Today, of course, I went to work and worked for solid five hours, though, it had been a slow day. Fridays were often like that. Of course, this Friday was even more special in its 'slowness'. I couldn't start any new tasks as I was leaving for 2 weeks!

Naturally, about 15 minutes before I was supposed to leave, I got a new task and I raced to complete it. However, somewhere halfway through, my coworkers couldn't tell me the next steps!

So I had to wait for them to have the time to do so! And the clock didn't slow down!

I finally figured out what to do next and I completed the task. But there was no more time. Fortunately, it didn't take long to grab everything and rush to the elevator, out of the building, to the train station.

It was raining, but not nearly as much as the day before, when the weather had been as if someone had emptied a bucket right above the clouds. Thank God. However, such rainfall was apparently enough to make the train late (as if they aren't late when it isn't raining). It was 15 minutes late. Come on, I could've stared at the ceiling at work, at least I would've gotten paid. The office would've been warmer as well😩.

Yet, in the end, the wait was over and worth it. On the train, for my patience (or lack of it), I got four seats all for myself. When the train moved off, I pulled out a book (Chaos Walking) from my bag and maaan. Reading on a warm train, with an occasional glance out the window at the rushing world outside, with the landscape drowned in rain, the colours of the world washed out... the world blurred into the background of my thoughts and I indulged in reading. It was an insane vibe.

After a long drive, during which I finished the book, I finally arrived home. I hastened to put the Ljubljana luggage out of the suitcase and pack things for Morocco. A few minutes later, already practically packed, I looked at my suitcase and... it was only half full. How?

I weighed him and it was only ~6kg. What else was I supposed to put in it!? Regardless of this question, I randomly decided to measure my backpack to take with me on the plane.

Ah. It was too big. Shit. Now what?

Of course, mothers give the best advice. Do I have room in my suitcase? Throw the backpack inside and take a smaller bag on the plane. Perfect! So I did. Suddenly the suitcase was full and I had difficulty closing it. Ahhh...

Regardless, I managed to zip it all the way around and was able to go eat dinner. I usually relax as soon as I get home from Ljubljana. Not this day, though. I've been on my toes since I woke up.

However, with a full belly and everything packed, the day slowed down. So I simply waited for Leon and Zana to come to me, and for us to go to bed. The flight was the next morning.

The flights. To my first vacation since forever.

PS I don't have high expectations for this trip. Hell no, that's never smart. I'm excited, nevertheless.