According to my host mom, today was “very cold”. She wore a bathrobe over her clothes all day for extra warmth. According to the weather app, today was 66 degrees Fahrenheit. To each their own I guess.
I was going to take the 45-minute walk to class today, but when the alarm rang at seven, it wasn’t going to happen. Thank god for taxis.
Today was the first official day of class, and I think it went well enough. By this point, I know everyone in my class except for two students who just arrived from Virginia. Class is four hours straight, with a (lifesaving) 20-minute break in the middle, where you can head to the courtyard and get coffee or a snack. Turkish coffee is probably my favorite part of Morocco so far, and a cup at ALIF costs 50 cents. Life is good.
We have two teachers who switch off between the periods, and the first one looks exactly like my grandpa, but with brown skin. It’s a little eerie. The second one doesn’t look like any of my relatives. That was to be expected.
After class I tried to buy notecards at the mall, but after a half hour of searching French Walmart, I couldn’t find any, so I went home and took a nap.
Iftar was tasty once again, today there were apricots. For the most part, Moroccan food is all very savory, and while it’s very good, there’s no sweet/sour foods aside from the occasional peach or apricot. I’m having cravings. I would do bad things for some Starbursts or a grapefruit right now.
Class tomorrow starts an hour earlier, which I’m really not looking forward to, but on the other hand, the new Pusha-T album and the new A$AP Rocky album both drop tomorrow, so the sooner class is over, the sooner I can listen to them I guess.
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I can’t wait to see the guys picture who looks like me, maybe if I start tanning I could look exactly like him by the time you get home. Grandpa. 😊❤️
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