Jan 17, 2008
May 17, 2008
. Nonetheless this country is so rich in linguistics it is unbelievable. The minimum number of languages most of the people speak is two or three. Here at Al Akhawayn most speak three to six. Halfway through Saturday I was getting that itch to get on my moto and just go somewhere. Then I saw Karim and he asked if I wanted to go to Meknes with him. It didn't take much coercing at all to get me to go. We wrangled up three others; Frank from Cameroon, Diogo and Gina. Upon arriving Karim informed us that he needed to go see his family friends who lived here. Since there is truly nothing to see in Meknes besides the imperial prison we decided to take a taxi to the Roman ruins of Volubilis. As you can see we got there just in time for a spectacular sunset. It was quite empowering knowing that my lineage was literally everywhere. After staying well past sundown we headed back. The cab was only 300Dhs between four people, not bad since our driver waited there for about an hour and a half for us. Karim picked us up and we headed back to AUI. We gathered again at our friends Imad and Semo's apartment and indulged in some fine wine we picked up from Meknes. One of the girls that was accompanying us last night was Berber (Amazigh) and listening to her speak it was unlike any language I have heard before. Sounds almost like German. Well, now here I sit. My stomach is feeling much better and I am ready to begin the long week of studies once more. It is a beautiful day however.
After traveling to Marrakech last weekend I figured it would be better not to jump into an organized, distant trip. Friday consisted of... well, leisurely everything. Not that I ever really have a place to be but it felt extremely good to do nothing after the long week of studies. We met four students that are from Washington State University who are studying in Meknes (why? who knows) that were visiting Ifrane for the weekend. They ended up renting an apartment and having people over. Entertaining to say the least. I've noticed that no matter what language it is, girls talk so much bull. This night I had some sort of bad reaction to the cafeteria food (sick to my stomach, my face broke out in hives, etc ) so I was more or less glued to the initial place on the couch I had decided upon. Two Moroccan girls sat beside me basically the entire night and spoke French mixed with some Dareeja. I first told them that I knew everything they were saying so as they wouldn't think they were going to get away talking about me and proceeded to listen to their long winded, empty conversation haha