Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2012
Tonight I went out to get some bread at the front counter at my local store in preps for dinner. I asked in French if they had potatoes, and since the guy at the counter didn't understand the word I had for potatoes, I had one in my pocket that I showed him. He said that no, he didn’t have any, but there were some down the road at an unknown distance, and he pointed me the direction. It was nighttime and it was raining, so I didn’t have the desire to go looking for some. But the guy behind me, a guy in his late forties, Moroccan, kind of skanky looking with a beard and beady eyes, said that he knew where they were. He was sitting on a bike. He asked me how many I wanted. I told him about a kilo. He asked me for 5 Dirhams (about 50 cents) and he took my money, turned his bike and headed down the road in the rain. Five minutes later he came back with a bag full of potatoes. I tipped him another 5 Dirhams that he was reluctant to take. He looked at me with a 'oh, I was just doing the helpful thing’ look. This pretty much sums up the Moroccan people, as we have gotten to know so well over the past month. Of course there are people in the states who would do this for you, but it is such a normal thing here in Morocco. I wanted to record this in my blog before I forgot it.