Moroccans spend their weekends a little differently than we do in the States. Yesterday night our host mom's sister and her grandson came over for dinner and they ended up staying the night. The culture here is extremely family orientated-we all ate dinner and then watched TV and laughed at the grandson. He would just run around in circles laughing and his grandmother would pretend to hit him with her shoe and he would laugh even more.
We just got back from shopping in the medina with our host sister. I bought a skirt and a Moroccan style shirt that I probably will never wear in the States except for maybe Halloween. But it will be perfect for here because the material is made up of more polyester than cotton. One of the store owners dressed me and my roommate up...he had me in a dress that was apparently similar to the style of the characters in Sinbad?
Yesterday the water was out in all of Fes, so we were truly roughing it African style with no running water. Our host mom took me and my roommate out on their back porch and pointed to a kiddie pool full of water and said, "Cabina," which means toilet in Moroccan Arabic. I was just imagining how on earth it was possible to use a kiddie pool as a toilet and contemplated just not going to the bathroom for the rest of the night until my roommate and I figured out that it was a joke and we were just supposed to get water from the kiddie pool and put it into the back of the toilet. She's a prankster, our host mom. Her main two hobbies include burping and taking naps on their tile floor. She certainly enjoys life.
My life here has slowed down so much, and I have to say I've never felt more relaxed in my life. I'm not constantly checking my phone or on the go, which I basically did all summer long. It's only been a week here so far, but I feel like I've already experienced so much.
This is called Batha. It's where we catch cabs every morning to get to school. The cabs here are red instead of yellow.
Our room. All of our stuff has exploded everywhere haha.
Our lovely bathroom.
A glimpse of the medina. This is where we went shopping today!
A guy making silk. It's quite labor intensive.
More of the shop along with some fabrics.
We just got back from shopping in the medina with our host sister. I bought a skirt and a Moroccan style shirt that I probably will never wear in the States except for maybe Halloween. But it will be perfect for here because the material is made up of more polyester than cotton. One of the store owners dressed me and my roommate up...he had me in a dress that was apparently similar to the style of the characters in Sinbad?
Yesterday the water was out in all of Fes, so we were truly roughing it African style with no running water. Our host mom took me and my roommate out on their back porch and pointed to a kiddie pool full of water and said, "Cabina," which means toilet in Moroccan Arabic. I was just imagining how on earth it was possible to use a kiddie pool as a toilet and contemplated just not going to the bathroom for the rest of the night until my roommate and I figured out that it was a joke and we were just supposed to get water from the kiddie pool and put it into the back of the toilet. She's a prankster, our host mom. Her main two hobbies include burping and taking naps on their tile floor. She certainly enjoys life.
My life here has slowed down so much, and I have to say I've never felt more relaxed in my life. I'm not constantly checking my phone or on the go, which I basically did all summer long. It's only been a week here so far, but I feel like I've already experienced so much.
Just a few more pictures of the neighborhood we're staying in.
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