Long day. We got our crash course in Darija, the colloquial language spoken here. Turns out it’s hard. Surprise.
We got our Moroccan cell phones; they’re pretty cool. There’s no keyboard, you text with the number keys. It’s a drug dealer phone. Only $12.
This afternoon, we finally met our host families, and our mom seems really nice. From what I can gather, she’s had so many exchange students to her house that she no longer remembers the number. She’s pretty much a professional host mom. I can’t get a read on the Dad. The apartment is small, but beautiful. There’s three main rooms, and on every wall a couch. I think there’s around 15 couches in here; yet it somehow doesn’t look tacky. Our bedroom is about the same size my dorm was, and it’s full of various trinkets left behind from other students. The last student to stay here was also from Wisconsin. Represent yall.
Meals are weird here because it’s Ramadan. They feed us at the ALIF, but once we arrived at our home, dinner wasn’t until 7:30 (a technical note here, I don’t think it was actually dinner. It was at dinnertime, but it’s the second meal the family had eaten today [first was before sunrise], so that would make it lunch. Except that this is the first meal after the fast, which literally makes it breakfast. I digress). Aside from dates and bread, I couldn’t name anything I ate tonight, but it was incredible. There were probably 10 different dishes on the table, and every time you stopped eating for a second, someone would hand you more food. I haven’t seen any fat people here, but I don’t understand it. The best thing I ate was like a chimichanga, but instead of meat/cheese, it was full of cinnamon and rice. Which probably sounds gross, but it’s not.
I taught Fan how to play Cribbage, at some point I’ll probably have to teach the family too.
This family likes to leave the TV on and Moroccan TV is weird. It’s mostly 5-10 minute shorts and like six different candid camera shows. They really like candid camera here, but they take it way more seriously. Sometimes you see people crying. One show involved staging a bear attack, blood and everything. I’m now moderately worried that at any moment, I might actually be on TV. It’s like the Truman Show out here.
I think that’s all.
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