Mohamed: Have any of you been to Morocco?

Josep: Yes!

Urpi: No, but I've read a bit about it. Maybe I'd like to go one day.

Mohamed: So Joseph? Did you like what you saw?

Josep: Well, I liked the people, the smells (although sometimes they're quite strong!), the different climates, the contrast between the desert and the mountains with snow on them.

Mohamed: But? Because I can tell there's a but, isn't there?

Josep: I hate to say it, because you'll say that I am mean and you might even say I'm just a stereotypical Catalan, too careful with my money....

Mohamed: But? Come on!

Urpi: You're not going say that the food was expensive, are you? I can't believe it: a fresh orange juice costs a few eurocents and you can haggle the price of practically everything and get it for less than half what it would cost in Spain!

Josep: But you can't haggle in restaurants!

Urpi: Did you expect to do it there as well? Can I laugh a bit? Is it allowed?

Mohamed: Come on Urpi, let him explain himself. I know what he's going to say, and actually once when I went to a restaurant with my parents I didn't like it much either.

Josep: Thanks Mohamed! It happened that my parents and myself saw the prices and we ordered our food with those prices in mind, and even thinking that we would leave a good tip if the service was good. But the tip we were expected to give was A LOT. We didn't expect it to be so big! Now we know it's a really strong part of Moroccan customs. But then, to be fair, so is their hospitality.