After our detour to Andorra, we rolled into the Madrid airport a few hours before our flight to Morocco. The first thing that struck me was the amount of trash on the floor of the airport. It was unreal. The airport garbage collectors were on strike and the appeared to be supplementing the typical trash with confettied newspaper. We stood among massive piles of garbage for nearly two hours as we waited to be checked in for our Royal Air Maroc flight to Casablanca. It was a bit of a turn off, to say the least.
A few hours later, we arrived in Casablanca where we would transfer to a flight to Marrakech. When we landed in Casablanca, we deplaned onto the tarmac and, as we stood there in the dark waiting for our gate checked stroller to come off of the plane, I thought about that dramatic scene from ‘Casablanca’ where Rick and Ilsa are standing on the tarmac. That daydream was quickly abandoned when I realized that the stroller was not coming. Chris and I both began to frantically ask anyone and everyone we could find what happened to our stroller and what the proper course of action was. Almost unanimously, the answer was to forget about it, if it wasn’t there, it wasn’t coming. Fortunately, we decided to pull a Ken and Christine in Italy circa 2007 and find the stroller ourselves. After hauling our luggage and nearly 30 lbs of baby through customs and all over that airport, I am delighted to report that we found our stroller. I briefly considered parading it past all of the naysayers to stick it to them, but by then I did not have the energy or the drive to carry the baby and the stroller up that many flights of stairs just to rub it in their faces.
In retrospect, I was really lucky that I didn’t waste my layover parading my recovered stroller all over the airport because, as we sat in the gate area, we noticed something funny going on. There were two late night flights scheduled to Marrakech, but only one gate assigned and more people at the gate than could possibly fit on one plane. Feeling more than a little skeptical about the situation, we decided to use Kai to our advantage and board as early as possible. When we got onto the plane and settled, a couple came up to us “I think you may be in our seats”. We all had the same seat numbers on our tickets (because Royal Air Maroc had sold tickets for two flights and then elected to only fly one plane). This happened to the people in front of us, behind us, across the aisle from us. You get the idea. Ultimately, nearly 40 people were left behind when the plane reached capacity. I feel bad for them, but I’m sure glad that I wasn’t one of them.
Finally, nearly 24 hours after we left Barcelona that morning, we landed in Marrakech and could not be more excited to see our driver and, eventually, our hotel room.
Next up: Marrakech