Morocco: Willing To Be Bad at Arabic

I just wanted to buy chocolates for my host family. We needed directions, so we asked for a “chocolatier.” “Toilette?” “CHOC-late” “You want toilette?” “I want CHO-CO-LATE.” After my third technical year of learning Arabic, having conversations that go like this on a daily basis is endlessly frustrating. I think to myself, “When someone pronounced…