Went to Cheffchaoun this past weekend which is this town in the mountains where all of the buildings are randomly painted blue. It’s beautiful. On Sunday, the weather was a little crappy, though, so we were kind of at a loss for things to do other than wander around the old medina. Then, God bless him, Abraham found us. He, like everyone else, and their brother, and their dog and their brother’s dog, asked us to come take a quick look in his shop. He, like everyone else, brothers and dogs included, promised to give us good, “democratic” prices, prices for students, not tourists. Well, why not, we had nothing better, so we went and sat down so we could add Abraham to our list of people who have explained the different Berber carpet designs. Well, he did do that, but he also gave us some lessons on humanity. He hugged and kissed every one of us on the cheek multiple times, telling us how much he loved us. “Good people” he said, “I can tell you are good people.” He talked about how nice we smelled and how we were all perfect. He told us that in the whole world everyone is the same, and that all anyone wants is to be loved so he tried to give as much positive energy as possible so it would spread. He said he would tell everyone they were beautiful because they just might believe him and then they would spread that love to others. “I want to be good to you, I want you to be so happy” he kept saying. And you might be thinking that this guy was a really good salesman, which he was, all of my friends bought things from his store, but he was genuine too. He gave us all free plates (me included even though I didn’t buy anything) and we drank tea in his shop. He promised that if we ever returned he would have us over for dinner as long as we brought the wine. He hugged us all a lot more before we left and asked us to carry out his good energy. And boy did we, we all left that store feeling great. That is Morocco.
In other news, kitten number two has been dead for a while, there is now a dead rat outside my front door which grosses me out, and I saw a police officer today chasing young school children with a night stick. That is also Morocco but I like the other part better.
In completely unrelated news, I asked my host dad today if he thought I was better at ARabic now than when I first got here. He said, yes, but you are always writing and reading and you don't talk enough. Now this is kind of a delicate topic because of recent events where I felt bad about not talking to them enough since which I have made a conscious effort to talk to them more! So I said, "well I don't know what to say" and he said "well you can say anything, but like yesterday, you sit and read and write while I watch T.V." (this happens quite a few nights while the rest of the fam is out at the mosque or on the computer) So I got a little defensive and said, "well, you don't talk to me either!" and he grins at me and says, "I know, I want to listen to the T.V.!" who knows....
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