{"id":4166,"date":"2026-04-01T03:05:35","date_gmt":"2026-04-01T03:05:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beldify.shop\/rabat\/"},"modified":"2026-04-01T03:05:35","modified_gmt":"2026-04-01T03:05:35","slug":"rabat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beldify.shop\/es\/rabat\/","title":{"rendered":"Rabat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><br \/>\n<\/p>\n<p>This weekend a couple friends and I visited Rabat! It was such a wonderful, wonderful weekend and Rabat has been my favorite city thus far.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>I traveled to Rabat with 4 other people, and honestly \u2014 apart from the fact that Rabat is great \u2014 traveling with people you legitimately enjoy being around just\u00a0<em>makes<\/em>\u00a0it. We left out Friday right after lunch and went by grand taxi from Ifrane to Meknes and then by train from Meknes to Rabat. In total, it\u2019s about a 3 hour trip if everything runs smoothly.<\/li>\n<li>I visited my first Moroccan police station!!!! Here&#8217;s what happened: so one of the friends that I was traveling with forgot her passport at the college, and in Morocco you HAVE to have it with you if you\u2019re not a citizen and needing to stay in a hotel or hostel. So long story short, she ended up having to go to the police station in Rabat at like 9 at night after a full day of traveling. One of the guys who works at the hostel has to go every night to turn in documentation of the residents that check in each day, so they said that she could just go with him. Well. She doesn\u2019t speak any Arabic or French and I was not about to let her go by herself to the police station with a stranger (who was nice, but nonetheless a stranger) at night in Rabat. So I went with her to help. It was really weird and kind of sketchy for a police station. Police here are more like military personnel, honestly, and there are a lot of them (bureaucracy!!!). After waiting outside the front gate for about 10 minutes and our hostel guy trying to explain the situation to the guards out front, we finally were let inside and led up to a small room on the top floor. In very broken English on his part and very broken Arabic on my part, we were able to finally communicate my friend\u2019s situation \u2014 that she simply forgot to bring her passport and that she needs permission to stay in the hostel over the weekend. He made about 8 different phone calls (at one point having one phone at each ear) before FINALLY hanging up and saying that everything would be fine for her to stay at the hostel. I think, in the end, that he was able to call the airport she flew into and get her entry number (which is why they need the passport in the first place). It seemed to take forever; I think we were in the station for like 45 minutes. But we got it worked out and walked the 20 minutes across the city back to our hostel.\u00a0During that 20 minute walk we witnessed and walked by a legitimate street fight. It was an eventful night, to say the least.<\/li>\n<li>Oh, also&#8230; in the station when the policeman asked if we spoke any French or Arabic and I said that I spoke some Arabic, the little old man who was sitting beside me immediately turned to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and started on this long spiel in Arabic. I couldn\u2019t get all of what he was saying, but the gist of it was that he was very happy that I was learning Arabic and that one day <em>inshallah<\/em> I will learn Islam and become a good Muslim girl. Bless.<\/li>\n<li>Our full day to see the city was Saturday, and we definitely made the most of it. We had breakfast in the medina; we visited Chellah and stayed there for a long time \u2014 very neat place. Then we found a crepe shop and I had a Nutella banana crepe which was AMAZING. After that we found our way to the Mohammed V Mausoleum which was incredible. The architecture of the building was absolutely stunning; I loved that area so much. Then we went down through the souq to the coast and sat by the water for a while to rest. It was really nice and peaceful to just sit and watch the people by the water. And last, we saw the Casbah! We walked back to the hostel after that, since the sun was setting, until supper time when we found a restaurant near the train station. I had a chicken shawarma sandwich (my favorite). We heard that there was a McDonald\u2019s somewhere in Rabat near the train station, so we tried to find it but couldn\u2019t. And it started to rain so we figured we\u2019d just go back to the hostel. However it wasn\u2019t too late and we reeeeeally wanted ice cream. So after it stopped raining, we sent the boys on a mission to find wine while we set out to get a taxi to the McDonald\u2019s for McFlurries. (Oh, to be white Americans asking a Moroccan taxi driver to take us to the nearest McDonald\u2019s. It was so embarrassing.) We got our McFlurries and took the boys theirs, but the store that we knew of that sold wine was closed. So we just had our ice cream and sat talking for the rest of the night. Sunday morning we got up, found breakfast, and got back to the train station where we headed home.<\/li>\n<li>It was such a great time, and we DREADED coming back. School just sucks when you have to cut your travels short to get back to do homework. <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/s0.wp.com\/wp-content\/mu-plugins\/wpcom-smileys\/twemoji\/2\/72x72\/1f626.png\" alt=\"\ud83d\ude26\" class=\"wp-smiley\" style=\"height: 1em;max-height: 1em\" \/><\/li>\n<li>But yes, Rabat was such a cool city and this has been my favorite weekend so far!<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p><br \/>\n<br \/><a href=\"https:\/\/alakhawaynabroad.wordpress.com\/2014\/02\/17\/rabat\/\">Source link <\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This weekend a couple friends and I visited Rabat! 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