I learned how to embed a video into my blog!
Yes, I recommend PC to anyone with an open mind. However, hope I have other things to talk about (like food!) when I return to the states this year...
07 January 2011
05 January 2011
Suprises du Jour
Perhaps these blurbs from my day today are only surprises to foreigners like me living in Btown:
-After living here for more than a year, one of the post office workers kindly told me my address is INCORRECT: "11" Janvier, not "En" Janvier. Will have to update the blog and fbook. According to the other PO employee though, the wrong address is not a problem. Regardless, still haven't received Jen's and Carl's packages...
-Picked up my carte du sejour! Am I the first in my stage with one??? So what if my profession and address are wrong (despite photocopying each of my attestation, ID card, and telephone bill 15 times...and this adds up to a lot of money!)? According to the head policeman (and despite my 2nd round of complaining), the wrong information is not a problem.
-One of the bag-maker's and I were going over new bag designs for the next craft fair. We playfully argued over who gets to share her ideas first, and I started. She's told me before I have the best darija out of all the PCVs she met at the December craft fair, but apparently, we still can't communicate. After I said and gave a visual example of one bag idea, she grabbed the same fabrics and repeated what I said. Um hello, I just said that! She laughed and said we have the same brain.
-Two women I know in town greeted me and told everyone around us that I knew darija better than them. I told them they were liars, which caused the small crowd to laugh and exclaim that this girl really did know darija. Too bad not everyone can be so easily fooled.
-Fatiha and I went to the thread store to check out colors for an earrings order. The neighboring mul hanut said we weren't allowed into the store until the owner came back. When the mul returned, I asked him if I could photograph colors to email to my friend and--once I knew which colors she preferred--would buy some of the colors later. He told me to take the whole bag of threads (worth +50dh=one night in a hotel in Marrakesh) with me and pay him back later. I joked with him that I won't come back, which startled him. But then he laughed and said, "no problem."
-Fatiha and I also went to the zipper store. She saw silver fabric she really liked and asked the mul hanut to show it to her. This large piece of fabric was someone else's leftovers, so he gave it to us for free!
-My friend's very masculine older brother tells me his absolute favorite musical group is...The Cra-bur-es. What? He played girly, alternative music on his cell phone. Oh, the Cranberries!
-My neighbor invited me into her house to see her son's new baby boy. I swear to Allah she said, "wuld wuldi." When I asked how old is he, she said "he's" 40 days old. So imagine my surprise when the baby's parents are calling it a girl's name and referring to her as a girl!
Oh Morocco, how I love thee...
Speaking of, do you love these bag ideas and colors?
-After living here for more than a year, one of the post office workers kindly told me my address is INCORRECT: "11" Janvier, not "En" Janvier. Will have to update the blog and fbook. According to the other PO employee though, the wrong address is not a problem. Regardless, still haven't received Jen's and Carl's packages...
-Picked up my carte du sejour! Am I the first in my stage with one??? So what if my profession and address are wrong (despite photocopying each of my attestation, ID card, and telephone bill 15 times...and this adds up to a lot of money!)? According to the head policeman (and despite my 2nd round of complaining), the wrong information is not a problem.
-One of the bag-maker's and I were going over new bag designs for the next craft fair. We playfully argued over who gets to share her ideas first, and I started. She's told me before I have the best darija out of all the PCVs she met at the December craft fair, but apparently, we still can't communicate. After I said and gave a visual example of one bag idea, she grabbed the same fabrics and repeated what I said. Um hello, I just said that! She laughed and said we have the same brain.
-Two women I know in town greeted me and told everyone around us that I knew darija better than them. I told them they were liars, which caused the small crowd to laugh and exclaim that this girl really did know darija. Too bad not everyone can be so easily fooled.
-Fatiha and I went to the thread store to check out colors for an earrings order. The neighboring mul hanut said we weren't allowed into the store until the owner came back. When the mul returned, I asked him if I could photograph colors to email to my friend and--once I knew which colors she preferred--would buy some of the colors later. He told me to take the whole bag of threads (worth +50dh=one night in a hotel in Marrakesh) with me and pay him back later. I joked with him that I won't come back, which startled him. But then he laughed and said, "no problem."
-Fatiha and I also went to the zipper store. She saw silver fabric she really liked and asked the mul hanut to show it to her. This large piece of fabric was someone else's leftovers, so he gave it to us for free!
-My friend's very masculine older brother tells me his absolute favorite musical group is...The Cra-bur-es. What? He played girly, alternative music on his cell phone. Oh, the Cranberries!
-My neighbor invited me into her house to see her son's new baby boy. I swear to Allah she said, "wuld wuldi." When I asked how old is he, she said "he's" 40 days old. So imagine my surprise when the baby's parents are calling it a girl's name and referring to her as a girl!
Oh Morocco, how I love thee...
Speaking of, do you love these bag ideas and colors?
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