Morocco: What the Schnell?

We did secret valentine’s gifts today after class. I had drawn Darby’s name, so I got her two pastries from a pattiserie close to our study center. Incidentally, she drew my name, and I was rewarded with the craziest, flashiest spinning top thing to ever exist, and two chocolate bars. However, the clear winner of…

Morocco: My Head Just Exploded

Yes, that is what you think it is. No, your eyes are not deceiving you. I found and you’d best believe I purchased Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince translated into Arabic today. I went into the French/Arabic bookstore next door to our study center today to buy a Moroccan novel I have to read…

Morocco: Picnic in the Forest

We went to the forest in Temara today for a picnic with several of the host families and their relatives. I played Bocce/Bocci/Botchi Ball (aka Le Bul) for the first time. The older men were so competitive! The only other time I had been around the game was at the Special Olympics my senior year…

Morocco: Casablanca

Several of us took the train to Casablanca today. We visited Hassan II Mosque, perhaps the most elaborate building I’ve been in aside from the Sistine Chapel. It’s minaret is 210 holycowareyouserious meters tall (That’s 689 ft for those of you who aren’t yet on the metric system. What are you doin’, America?). It was…

Morocco: The End of the Beginning

Today was our last day of intensive Darija class. Tomorrow we’ll have our exam and then Wednesday we start our regular schedules for the rest of the semester. We had 8 days of class total, and I took 24 full pages of notes. We went from learning the simplest of phrases, like “Hello, my name…

Morocco: Bread

I would conservatively estimate that I have had bread with 100% of the meals I have eaten here. Good thing I don’t count calories or carbs or whathaveyou.

Morocco: جابت الدجاجة من التلّاجة

Jaabat ad-jaaja min at-tllaaja. Jaabat ad-jaaja min at-tllaaja. Jaabat ad-jaaja min at-tllaaja. Jaabat ad-jaaja min at-tllaaja. Transliterated above for your viewing pleasure is the phrase that has been stuck in my head all dang day. I wish I could say it’s from a song or a poem or the like, but the truth is, it’s…

Morocco: Gird Your Loins, This One’s Kinda Lengthy

This past weekend was extra long because of مولد (Mawlid), the celebration of the Prophet’s birthday. We got out of class on Wednesday after lunch and didn’t have to be back until Monday morning, so we decided to make the most of it by traveling around northern Morocco a bit. We ventured to Meknes, Azrou,…

Morocco: I’m SO GOOD at French!

My French vocabulary is becoming quite extensive. However, my French spelling is still probably pretty poor. Poulet- chicken Je no parlez le francaise- I don’t speak French, incorrectly Ananas- pineapple Pomme- apple Jus- juice Cafe- coffee Lait- milk Frais- strawberry Panini- sandwich Toilette- bathroom Brouchette- kebab Gare- station Viande hachee- meat of some kind Enchante-…

Morocco: Transportation

Rabat has one of the more convoluted public transit systems I’ve ever experienced. There’s this uber-sweet tramway that runs from one end of Rabat to somewhere in Sale, although I’ve never been across the river to Rabat’s sister city yet. It’s really convenient for me because I live a 12 minute walk away from a…

Morocco: Host Family (1/18/13)

I moved in with my host family last night. I’m living with a relatively old couple, probably in their late 60’s or early 70’s, in their apartment in the city. Their names are Idris and ‘Izza, I’m 90% sure. Their 40 year old son Hakim lives with them, along with his pregnant wife (we’re having…