hello hello
i spent the majority of the day yesterday with my two roomates moving into our new place... i thought moving in the us was a pain. omigod. we were only moving like a 20 minute walk from rachel's old place, but somehow it took all day. luckily we decided to hire a man-drawn cart to take us through the city with all our stuff. i guess its like the moroccan u-haul. so we totally loaded the cart with all of our suitcases, back packs, boxes etc. and we all sort of caravaned through the crowded, windy, pot-holed filled cobble stone streets. and it was raining to top it all off. that poor man. we almost had an accident because we couldn't quite squeeze past a donkey cart at one point. it was a pretty hilarious scene.
but the new place is really great. its much smaller, but feels more like home already. it's been fun trying to find household items in the markets- today i'm going to hunt for a spice rack and spice containers (spices in market are all in bulk, so right now all of ours are wrapped in paper or in little bags). the neighborhood is really great too, it's much farther into the heart of the old city, so it's much more 'moroccan' feeling. though its also much harder to find, which mixed with my ewing sense of direction has lead to lots of wandering. to be perfectly honest i'm in the new city right now and i have no idea how to get home...
last night we had our first house dinner. jordan's moroccan fiancee (!), nadira, was visiting from casablanca. she is a pretty amazing cook so we all helped her make a wonderful moroccan feast of carrot tagine, eggplant salad and sauteed zucchini. delicious. we all ate family style around our makeshift dining room table and then spent some time rubbing our bellies. can't complain.
oh, the one thing about living in such a residental area is that there are many many kids running around. generally that would be a nice thing, but it just so happens that we are in the middle of a month long holiday where kids are given drums and allowed to light fires. i'm not sure who thought it would be a good idea to combine children with drums and fire, but i disagree. from what i gather the drums are pretty much to see who can play the loudest for the longest. and the fires are for the older boys to jump over, that part is pretty cool to watch actually- though it yanks any maternal strings i have in my body.
ok, no more rambling. i miss you all.
maura
3 comments:
Hey sweetie
I tried to comment earlier, but obviously did something wrong. Let's see if this one gets posted.
Love your blog. Really helps me visualize a little of what your life in Morocco is like.
Miss you but am delighted you are having such an incredible experience.
Love
Mom
Mo, I love reading about the wonder that is your life in Morocco! It offers a nice escape from the dredges of IS. I got your email and will respond properly as soon as my work load lightens up some. I miss you MOey!!!
Much Love, Sarah
PS. Ms. Barnhart graced Woo Town with her presence this weekend. It was great seeing her; it brought back so many memories of the good old days in the Casa de Monyer.
Salaam Alyukum,
I am so jealous!! Where are you in the medina?? I wonder if you are near any of the many houses or hotels I have stayed at. I want to eat a real tagine, there is a place in Sacramento called Cafe Morocco, but they don't even serve Chubbs, how the hell do you eat a tagine with pita??? Have you found a cafe to hang out in yet? I recommed Cafe Toubkal, it is on th Jma Fna (SP??). It has an upstairs area where you can watch all the crazy ongoings in the Jma Fna, and it has excellent yogurt stuff and that yummy breakfast bread stuff- ah I have forgotten all the names. But go and Mohammed will take care of you. I may have to come visit.
tella frasek
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