So, I have not been the most diligent blogger for the last few months, and for that I apologize. You all deserve a real update, and sadly, I don't have the energy right now, so please enjoy this anecdote from yesterday until I find the time to give you all a real update.
Yesterday, on the road
8-year-old boy: Bonjour, Meetra!
Me (in Arabic): Good morning! How are you?
Boy: Comment t'appel?
Me (in Arabic): Why would you ask me that? You just said my name earlier.
Boy (in Arabic): I thought you said last year that you didn't understand French?
Me: Je suis tres intelligent. (This is like one of only five things I can say in French, and it seemed more fitting than the phrases "I'm an American," "What time is it?" "Where is the train station?" and "I don't understand French.")
Boy (in Arabic): I don't know what that means.
And, on that note, happy one year in Morocco to all my staj mates! At times it feels like it went really fast, but then there are also moments where it feels like I've been here forever. May the next year be even awesomer and inchallah more productive!!!
Yesterday, on the road
8-year-old boy: Bonjour, Meetra!
Me (in Arabic): Good morning! How are you?
Boy: Comment t'appel?
Me (in Arabic): Why would you ask me that? You just said my name earlier.
Boy (in Arabic): I thought you said last year that you didn't understand French?
Me: Je suis tres intelligent. (This is like one of only five things I can say in French, and it seemed more fitting than the phrases "I'm an American," "What time is it?" "Where is the train station?" and "I don't understand French.")
Boy (in Arabic): I don't know what that means.
And, on that note, happy one year in Morocco to all my staj mates! At times it feels like it went really fast, but then there are also moments where it feels like I've been here forever. May the next year be even awesomer and inchallah more productive!!!
i was in the middle of commenting on this last night when my super rat ran in (he's still alive btw). but I LOVE this anecdote. it's perfect in every way, just like you. who is this boy that met you last year, and again this year, and happened to be going somewhere with you? i picture you in a taxi, but maybe not?
ReplyDeleteI really don't remember ever meeting this kid before, but I was walking down the road and he was sitting on this hill above the road and yelled down at me. Kids yell at me from hills a lot, usually to ask me if they can have some of my Coke.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how I'm just reading this now. I love it. You are both wonderful and I miss you (sorry about the super rat, Lacie.) I had a similar experience, only mine was a boy from Marrakech telling me that I really need to learn Tashelheet (what else is new?)
ReplyDeleteBoy: "This is VERY important if you live in Morocco. We are proud of our history.
Me: "Great! I'll start now. Teach me something."
Boy: "What do you want to know?"
Me: "Something easy. How about 'girl'?"
Boy: "...I don't know that one."
Meech, I would totally love for you to update your blog. You know why? So I can procrastinate by reading your adventures in Morocco.
ReplyDeleteMuch Love,
Your former fake gf.
I agree with your former fake girlfriend.
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