About a week ago, here in the Christmas Village, a tragedy occurred. My beautiful monster fridge broke! He stopped his roaring for what I feared would be forever.
I called my usual repairman and his phone was off, and off, and off. So I go to my nearby hanut owner and asked him if he knew a repairman. He did! Hamdullilah! So this man comes over and pronounces that we will need to find a couple of parts to get monster up and running. Now it’s been a week and the following conversation takes place…
Rachida: Hello! Sir Hason! How are you and your family and your work?
Hasan: Good thanks be to God. And you?
Rachida: I miss my family now because I big American holiday is coming. The holiday where all people eat turkey. Even Obama.
Hasan: Not sheep?
Rachida: Not sheep. This is why I call. It is obligatory there is refridgerator on the holiday, this day of 20. I have 12 friends that will come.
Hasan: You have many friends!
Rachida: Thanks be to God!
Hasan: I will travel to Ouarzazate today to find the piece.
Rachida: Good! I need refridgerator work soon, soon. Is it possible travel fast fast? God bless your parents!
Hasan: Inshallah, I will return in the afternoon.
Rachida: You fix today?
Hasan: It is possible tomorrow.
Rachida: May god protect you and travel safe. Call me soon, soon, fast fast. I need refridgerator now now.
It went something along those lines. He did tell me that he understood all of my butchered Arabic. 
I guess I have really been here, speaking the language for 14 months!
I spoke with Hasan the next day and he told me he was sick. So I tried my other repairman again, because this is getting CRAZY. So he comes today to fix the fridge! It works!
My other repairman is Mohamed. Mohamed stepped out for a minute to get change for a big bill so I could pay him. When he came back into the apartment he asked me why I had chalk on my jacket. I mimicked that I had hugged my refridgerator. He told me I was “miskina” and a little crazy. I told him he was very smart.
Rachel, I love that you hugged your refrigerator! And it probably feels better for it. Happy Thanksgiving! Say hi to my daughter.
Tracy
Molly and I will be cooking up a storm here in a few days. Lots of photos to come
I heard you are thinking of moving to Florida! That’s where I’m from. I am excited to be neighbors with Molly.
I’m glad you fixed the fridge! That thing is epic! Miss ya, kiddo. Have a happy Thanksgiving. Write me sometime, please?
You brighten my day!
Great news about the fridge. I hope your Thanksgiving meal turns out
great…with or without cranberry sauce.