Friday I went to a moroccan restaurant where there were scroll menus. Not sure how authentic but definitely very cool. Reconnected with my very old red-haired neighbor. She says I am her daughter and we are hopefully having tea this week.
I was sick Friday night, again. Morocco 4, This semester's total is 5. It was quick and I'm back on my feet again. Haha, always a good time.
Saturday, despite my recovering from Friday night, I was brought along all over Rabat for various shopping excursions for my host sister's big birthday party Saturday night. We bought a huge cake, random 10 deerham shoes (When I say we i mean my host sister, brother, host mother, host aunt and uncle and who knows else I went shopping with that day. I did no shopping but carried the bags throughout the medina.)
I was then somehow brought to the coiffeur where my hair and makeup was done for me. The lady was one of the cutest old women I have ever seen. She told me I was her daughter and gave me a moroccan name, Aya or Maka. One of them means angel and I don't know the other definition. I was honored and hope to go back and visit her soon too. She patted me on the cheek and kissed me telling me how beautiful I was. Definitely different then the salons in the US that I have been to. However, my friends compared me to more of a geisha look, more than moroccan with my makeup and hair, but o well.
I returned to my house, an hour and a half late, to find a lot of my friends from school had already arrived. I was whisked away and given a very sparkly kaftan to wear. Throughout the night I realize that I was the ONLY one wearing a sparkly kaftan, and one of the only ones with a kaftan at all. The moroccans out "westerned" me that night. haha. It was a good time overall. My host mom strongly compelled the students and me to dance the night away. If we topped we were compelled to dance again. No time for rest at this party.
Another funny thing. I would set my camera down and randomly get it back from someone, ten minutes later, multiple times that night. Evidently, the little boys were taking it and posing for pictures showing, off their toughness. I looked through my photos that night and found some very funny surprises. They evidently had a good time too.
Sunday, I went to church and was moved to tears with the telling of the old testament by the little children from sunday school. It was wonderful to be able to hear the children's voices in the midst of morocco giving praise to the Lord.
The afternoon a couple of students and I tried to go sailing. However, evidently there is a very small window of opportunity, from 12 to 2. We went swimming instead, which was almost just as good. Hopefully planning on a midweek sail.
Went with 6 other girls to the hamon. I have been to so many of these now that I felt like a tour guide of sorts. Here is the changing room, the hot room, here is the lady who scrubs you, find a place to sit and begin! We all had a great time and felt peachy clean afterward, with a whole new set of skin!
Today I got stuck behind the chicken truck. It moves slowly and is difficult to pass, creating a smelly journey through the medina.
It's happened a couple times. Today is hot and strongly yearn for swimming. However, there is no time since I have class until 6:30 tonight. Too bad.
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