oh, Morocco.

Yesterday I discovered that apparently they don't tell you when you get package slips from the post office here, so I asked the desk if there was anything and then gave me a slip and said to take it to the post office and to bring my passport. So this morning I left early to go to what I thought was the main branch of the post office, pretty close to my school. I got there with my package slip and showed it to the sole worker in a very small office and here is where language difficulties got the best of me. She was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't understand. She didn't ask for it, but I figured maybe she wanted my passport since I had been told to bring it so I showed it to her. She examined it, politely now I think, and told me again something I did not understand at all and I couldn't figure out why she wasn't getting me my package. After frustrated minutes of trying to understand each other, a line had formed behind me, and I finally asked in Arabic, "Is my package here??" Well, no. It was at another post office. so she told me to take a taxi to "blah blah blah" but by now I needed to get to school so I asked her if it was close and it was so then I asked where it was thinking I could go later. she replied again with "take a taxi to blah blah" so I said, no where is it, I want to walk. She looked at me, annoyed, and a man in line says, "here, I'll take you." So he grabs my arm and starts to chit chat with me as the Moroccans do as we walked down the street to Allah knows where. He took my package slip and carried it for me and looked both ways before he held my arm as we crossed the street. he did tell me fairly quickly that he was not married, but I was pleasantly surprised when I was not proposed to. We walked for about ten minutes and he told me about his family, etc and finally got to this hole in the wall post office building number two. I got the amazing box my wonderful family had sent me. (I love you parents!!) And this man went on his way after making sure I left the post office safely with package in tow. And that, is why the people here amaze me.

My other friendly interaction of late is with this adorable store owner who I stopped by yesterday for the first time and he was so friendly because he said he had seen me running every morning. He insisted that I stop by every day now and talk with him for five or ten minutes to practice my language.

My Arabic soul, as one of my teachers calls it, is very happy right now, minus the test it has to take tomorrow. But, after that, inshahallah, spring break in Spain! Whose life is this!??!