Today marks two months in Morocco, or as I like to call it, home. I've just returned from a rather eventfully uneventful week. A VILLAGE STAY, which I can summarize as:
Rural, rustic, simple, human, humane, tragic, demi-tragic, comi-tragic, Commie-tragic, woodsy, outdorrsy, rolling hills, and fresh plucked wildflowers dripping with morning dew.
Really, it was quite the 6 nights. There was (gasp) no running water or electricity and there were (more audible gasp) real cows and donkeys on the property. So much for staying away from wild animals, passport control! (Those paranoid goons and their fear of animal carriers of infectious diseases!) There were bountiful fields, flowers, and children. My family had a 7 month old baby girl who though subject to a bit of rough housing on the part of her 10 year old brother (he was a terrror! A TERROR I tell you) was the happiest little creature this side of the Atlantic (And how does the ATlantic look from this side, MOm wonders..)
In the village due to a miscommunication (one of the many many to follow) I was (un)fortunately christened "Wana." Not that I Minded too much. I've always wanted a name that was sinfully easy to pronounce..and Wana has a charm to it. LIke Howard. Or Prudence. Or Voldemort.
As our quiet tea-drinking days dwindled, I couldn't help but wonder if I might not prefer a more simple life filled with the joys of family and livestock. With that moment over, I happily continued counting down the days to my next shower.
Coming soon: OREOS a gift of the Industrialized World.
And later: Meat, Men, Mortality--My Spiritual Question in Morocco.
And this weekend it's Off to Chefchaouien! As I always say, don't let the account balance get you down!
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