¨Blessing in a blue passport¨

Today we crossed over the Moroccan border into Spanish territory. The city of Ceuta is a Spanish town that is actually still in Northern Africa. So this is where we got out of our little bus and we got to physically walk across the border from Africa to Spain. We see this scene depicted in many movies and documentaries but experiencing it brought the true meaning to a whole new level. We, as Americans, got to just waltz right passed the backed up line of Moroccans who were very restless. We had the right to go freely across the border and leave the country. Many people take for granted our ability as Americans to so freely travel about the world as we please. It became very real for us on our last night in Morocco that we are blessed with the opportunity to leave these conditions of filth and colonialism. But these people simply do not have the right to leave their country. They are stuck in their proverbial grind of 3rd world country living. Just because we are blessed with a blue passport from the United States of America, we have the human right to travel and to experience different cultures for small emersion periods. These people unfortunately don´t have that ability or get that choice.