Hotel Hilton Rabat

... was the second time I cried in class. I just get so frustrated and the tears start coming. I managed to keep my tears to a minimum and the sniffling to a dull roar but after class, I wandered far into the garden and had myself a good old-fashioned sob. <br> <br>In retrospect, I find it a queer thing that I was able to be so sorrowful on that day. I was lying under a lemon tree. I never thought I would ever lie under a lemon tree not to mention the sun had been out ...

... my friends at home about everyday. When it was time to say goodbye our girl tourguide insisted we "facebook" her and "tag" her in all the pictures we had taken. Though it is unlikely that I will be returning to Morocco anytime, it is nice to know that through the electronic means of the 21st century, we can easily stay in contact with those we met in Morocco. <br> After the shopping tour we spent an hour or so talking as a group about the potential opportunities that ...

... see now that Moroccans have developed and amazing system. No joke. These people rock. One day I was walking, and I thought, man everyone is driving nice today. I realize now that I had figured out the system. The driving had remained the same but I had been illuminated.<br><br> <br>Salaam<br><br> <br>Shout-outs:<br><br> <br>Thanks Mr. Cabbie! You restored my faith in communication. I appreciated the gesture(s). Hahaha. That was a joke. <br><br>Sorry no pictures AGAIN. I fail.<br>

... but he didn&#8216;t actually know where to go. <br><br> <br>I tell him that I don&#8217;t understand darija, so he asks in French. I then informed him, &#8220;Je n&#8217;parle pas francais.&#8221; He asks in fusha (MSA) after I had informed him that I spoke MSA only. I respond in MSA that I am going to bayt al maarifa. He says &#8220;Ana arif,&#8221; &#8220;I know.&#8221; <br><br> <br>&#8220;Eyna bayt al maarifa?&#8221; (Where is bayt al maarifa?)<br><br>&#8220;Fii ...

... like Moroccan pot roast), or cous cous (with seven vegetables) on Friday. There is also a kitty at school, named Mish-Mish (which means "apricot"), and she doesn't think she is a kitty. She thinks she is a puppy. She's really sweet, and of course, I like to love on her! After school, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they have excursions to different places within the city. Last Tuesday, we were planning ...

... train as we went by. I saw a few women working outside, doing laundry, etc. Men were working in the fields. There were also quite a few sightings of men/boys riding mules alongside the road, either for transportation, to haul materials, or both. The landscape shifted between dry and dusty to green and lush. The Atlas Mountains were visible in the distance as we were traveling through the Middle Atlas portion of the country ...

... block getting volunteers iniated into the hospital. :-) I asked him to pronounce his name for me, and he asked the same of me. Then, he taught me how to count to five in French. "Schnu smitek?" "Smiti Patty". I said that over and over today. Schnu smitek means 'what is your name' in Arabic, and smiti means 'my name is'. We also employed some other key Arabic words to praise the kids. One time, a kid got a little out of hand and my partner called ...

... Pupu my computer, and the rest will have to find new life as&#8230; roofing shingles maybe? I like Rabat. It&#8217;s large enough to be a real city, but not so expensive. There&#8217;s a great medina also, one big souk, much better and more authentic than Casa, so that&#8217;s where I go every day to eat tajine or whatever else I can find cheap. They&#8217;ve got smoothies to die for, too, and I ...