Day 14 & 15

I’m writing this on the plane from Toronto to Vancouver which is, obviously, our last flight. First we flew from Rabat to Paris, then had a very long and delayed flight from Paris to Toronto. So I’ve had about ten hours to write this blog post, but I’ve been putting it off like crazy because I’m not ready to admit that the trip is over! But Westjet’s TV’s aren’t working, so there’s not much else to do but write.

Our last day was incredible. We slept in until ten, which was the latest sleep in we got all trip! I was so exhausted from our Sahara trip and I literally fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow. Somehow I snuck in a much needed shower before passing out, and the stone cold freezing water that I was complaining about earlier felt pretty good after the heat in the desert!

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Day 12 & 13: The Sahara

Before I say anything, I have to mention that I have just returned from a trek in the Sahara where everything is, at its best, lukewarm, and I’m still sweating despite the air conditioning. And a man just came and sat next to me eating a McFlurry. You have no idea the restraint I have, or how badly I want to reach over and take it from him. Okay, moving on!

Wow I have absolutely no idea where to start! The task of writing this blog post seems so intimidating that I’m almost considering not writing it at all and ending the blog right here. But that would mean admitting that we’re going home soon and I’m not willing to do that either. So here goes. Brace yourself for a long one.

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Never underestimate the power of a good shower (rhyme not intended). I’m sitting on what feels like the softest bed at our little Marrakech Riad called Riad l’Heure d’Ete, just steps from the city’s famous Jemaa el fna square. The Riad is much simpler than our last one, but still beautiful and comfortable, and has a nice terrace where we had tea earlier. Oh, and of course the shower. The glorious shower that isn’t shared with a toilet, where you can actually stand and have water hit you, and where there’s a little knob that lets you adjust the heat. Yes, heat, the shower has hot water! It feels like such a luxury now.

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Day 11: School’s Out!

On the road again! We’re on the train to Marrakech, sitting backwards in a little train booth. There are two huge Moroccan men in the window seats that a technically supposed to be ours, so we’re sitting wherever there is space.

Today was our last day at school, and I am still not over it! I got my class for one last time, and I was really not ready to leave when class ended! The kids didn’t really seem like they wanted to leave either.

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Day 10

I’d like to begin with a little correction from one of my earlier posts. When I said that we’re lucky to have running hot water, what I really meant is that we’re lucky to have running stone cold freezing water. I mean it’s better than a bucket, but I just thought I’d clarify.

Today was awesome, as usual. I got my same class again, and we went over superlatives in the morning and then contractions in the afternoon. They had never done either before, so they were all taking notes and asking lots of questions, which I love. They could not figure out why “bad” turns into “worse” and why “far” turns into “farther”, but I gave them a little assignment, and by the end of it almost all of them had it figured out! I’m so sad that tomorrow is my last day with them!

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Day 9

Our street has changed colour. This morning when we stepped outside to walk to the Tram, the bottom half of all the buildings was this dark charcoal grey colour, and the top halves were all white. However, we did walk by a man with a paintbrush. When we got back from work, everything that had been charcoal was now this pink salmon colour. It’s so strange! The entire street looks so different now! It looks beautiful – I really like it. But it’s just very weird that some guy can just come by and paint everything and suddenly the whole street looks different.

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Day 8: Back to the Grind

Back to work today! It felt very much like getting back into routine.

We caught the tram at 9:30 and rode to Sale as usual, and got to Amal Sale to wait for the students and the other teachers. Slowly the others showed up, and we divided up into the different classes. I got my favourite class again, the 10-15 year olds. Last week when I started with them, they were so awful, but I’m starting to figure out how to deal with them and it’s a lot of fun. Today I did verb tenses with them, because I realized that they always speak in present tense no matter when they’re talking about. They really struggled with past tense, but by the end they started to get the hang of it! English is so complicated! Seriously, whose idea was it to have “read” be used in present and past tense, to be spelled the same way, but to be said differently? Who thought that was a good idea?? Some of the super cocky kids were thrown a bit off guard, I think, because normally they know everything that the teachers do and they like to show off, but this time they didn’t always know all the answers. By the end of the lesson, the little boy who always complains, “teacher, too simple!” was begging to play a game. If I get them again tomorrow I’ll review with them, and hopefully they’ll remember some of it!

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Day 7 : Home sweet home!

Home sweet home! We’re back in Rabat, and it certainly does feel like home! We’re sitting back in our little purple room, and it definitely is quite a contrast from the Riad! I’m glad to be back though, and it will be nice to get back into routine!

It was so hard to leave Fes this morning! We slept in until 9:30 because nothing really opens until after 10 anyways during Ramadan, and then had the most amazing breakfast on the Riad’s terrace overlooking all of Fes! It was really beautiful, and very hot, so it was nice sitting in the shade and sipping tea. We also had the best orange juice of our lives. The courtyard has orange trees, and I think it might be from those oranges. It was incredible.

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Day 6: Fes

I am literally about to fall asleep as I write this but Mom said I would regret it if I don’t write anything about Fez, and that’s probably true, but I also think she really just wants me to write, but whatever; I’m writing. Warning: this will be a long one.

FES. I really have no idea where to start. I’m sitting on my bed, yes you heard me, BED, not couch thing covered with a sheet, but a bed, staring out of one of our three double doored windows facing into the most peaceful and serene courtyard in the world. We are at Riad Laaroussa in the Gray Suite, and there are no words to describe how amazing this place is. The streets of the Medina are so crazy and wild, and this enormous and beautiful Riad is tucked away behind simple doors that you would never really notice, but open up to paradise.

But I’ll start at the beginning.

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