Thursday, December 03, 2009




You know you are in Morocco if….

You can’t find nails in a hardware store
Your children think it’s normal to be given gifts everywhere they go – a piece of pomegranate, a trinket…even an egg from the egg-seller guy
You enter a room of 35 people at a party and proceed to give and receive at least 70 kisses in greeting
You can’t find change at a bank
Your children’s friends eat supper at 9:00 and play soccer until 11:00
You see a Mercedes pass a person riding a donkey
People routinely use words from three different languages in one sentence
You regularly see people walking in the middle of nowhere
The only reliable time the stores are always open is at 11:00 in the morning
Your 7-year-old daughter gets a wedding proposal
You see a fully veiled girl walking next to one in a miniskirt and a tight shirt
You are so excited that you got a grocery cart that drives straight that you are tempted to call a friend and celebrate
You have come to believe that eggs without chicken poop and feathers all over them are not real and shouldn’t be bought
You laugh at pictures of the angel of death because they look exactly like a Moroccan man wearing a jelaba with the hood up
People wear long underwear in the (hot) summer and so many layers in the winter that you can’t recognize them
You get told not to feed your children cold yogurt or they’ll get sick
You are fed until you can’t move and told you are a member of the family while at someone’s house you barely know
Children are kissed, welcomed, and loved everywhere you go
You are to say, “Thanks be to God!” when you have a really good burp

3 Comments:

At 3:15 PM , Blogger MUD said...

Or you have to go to the Petrol Station for Change.
You meet your guide at McDonald's before going to the Medina in Fez.
Three people to a Taxi when we all know that in most of the world the Taxi would hold six or seven. The on;y place we saw a cow outside was in the sgeep hearder's village. Out houses and cell phones and a solar panel in one village.
I could go on for hours but I love your list the most. The one common is that laughter is the common language of children. MUD

 
At 3:48 AM , Blogger Elinor said...

Thanks for the hearty laugh(s). Hannah has talked about some of these things in Djibouti, especially the several languages in one sentence. I'm going to visit in mid-January. I'll need her to translate. I know English and a very little bit of French, but Somali, Arabic and whatever else they speak will be a huge mystery. I love reading your blog (and hers).

 
At 9:18 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for the additions, Dennis! I'm certainly going to have to do a part 2 because I've thought of several more since then :)
Yes, Elinor- reading Hannah's blog makes me smile because I identify with so many things even though we're far apart!
julie

 

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