It’s interesting for those volunteers from the Sunshine State. We left a beach and here we are again… on a beach. It’s a particularly humid beach as well, my hair didn’t even dry from last nights shower! Ah well, we’ll adjust. It is hot and humid where we are so excuse my general sweatiness in the pictures I will hopefully post here in a moment 🙂
We started language training, maybe it will help me if I also teach it to my friends who read my blog 🙂 If you know me at all your know that I am a bargain hunter, just this morning I tore a goodwill tag off of the shirt I am wearing! So learning phrases for the souk was up on my list…. I will write them out sort of phonetically as the arabic script does not make sense and it’s Modern Standard Arabic rather than Darija (or Moroccan Arabic) which is what I’ll be learning.
How Much? (BuhShaaal)
Dollar (or Moroccan Currency is Dirham)
I’m not going to lie… the flight here to Morocco was painful. We left Philly at about 12pm got to JFK airport around 3, and then we waited…. and waited… and waited…. for 5 hours.
Then our flight was delayed another hour.
Then we left on our 7 hour flight to Morocco. I didn’t sleep a wink because I’m handicapped in that way and I cannot sleep while I travel! In my next life I want to come back with that skill.
It’s about 6PM Moroccan time, 4 hours ahead of Florida. So I have been awake for 36 hours. I just took one of the greatest showers of my life and it was cold and in a stall smaller than a phonebooth, but it was glorious. 🙂
We are here though. I honestly never thought I would get to see Morocco after the Peace Corps journey I had. But I”m here and I’m stoked. We filled out a bunch of paperwork and got our schedule for the next 4 days
So after swearing in we have been released into the world of Peace Corps Morocco. I’ve been in my site, known as The Christmas Village for about 5 days now. So far I’ve been intimidated, sad, overwhelmed, welcomed, loved, and then it all happens again. I feel like I don’t speak any Darija, even though I scored higher than the required score on my language exam. I am working on it and every day I get a little braver. I have rediscovered where the post office is, the book store, several hanuts, and I know how to get home from all these places as well. I have taken cabs all over at this point so I have that and the lingo down.
Basically I keep remembering what my mom always told me growing up… when you are scared or sad the best way to make yourself feel better is by doing something nice for someone else… Isn’t that what I’m here for? All these feelings of uncertainty won’t last long because I will integrate, make friends and before I know it I’ll be eating taco bell again!!! 🙂
I FINALLY have all of the luggage I brought to Morocco with me in one place, and that feels fantastic. I also know I will NEVER bring this much luggage with me EVER again ANYWHERE.
I think what would surprise my friend and family the most about my life in Morocco, is probably welll…. that I speak an Arabic Dialect. Aside from that would be what I wear… everything I wear