It’s been too long since my last post! And since I don’t have a specific topic that I want to report on about life here these days, consider this the first ‘odds and ends’ or ‘bits and pieces’ or ‘this and that’ blog entry.
Weather Report: After a two week stretch of very hot weather, the last couple of weeks have been cooler temperature-wise. In fact, we even had some rain and thunderstorms last weekend, with very dramatic lightning and thunderclaps.
And the nighttime temperatures got cool enough that we slept UNDER blankets. While I really liked seeing the rain, the unseasonably wet weather was not completely welcomed here as it is wheat-harvesting season and there is concern that the rain will cause mold in the wheat crop. In’shallah, all will turn out well. And as of today the heat is back.
Work Report: I continue to have good turnout for the classes I teach at the Dar Taqafa (House of Culture), particularly the yoga class I run. Next month Noa and I will hold a two-week art camp for youth ages 8-16 at the Dar Taqafa, and I am having a nice time with Noa developing the camp curriculum. It has been harder to get youth to attend our English classes at the Dar Chebab (youth center). Thomas and I met with the director of the Dar Chebab this week to brainstorm ways we can get more youth to attend the center as enrollment is low these days. We plan to survey youth in the community over the summer about what types of activities they would enjoy doing, and will then start some new clubs this fall.
Well-Being Report: Last week I had a rough day when my mind started wandering down a dark path of questioning whether I was doing enough in my service so far, and if what I am doing is actually helping our community. After several hours of ‘woe-is-me-ing,’ I pulled out my computer and created a list of all the things I can do to more constructively pass time when I am not teaching or prepping for classes. I also developed a daily schedule for myself that includes regular exercise and time for journaling. I feel much better now that I have adopted a more structured and balanced routine. And at this moment I feel quite certain that Peace Corps service is what I am meant to be doing.
What-the-What?! Report: I have been remiss is sharing some of the quirky things I encounter in my day-to-day life here, in part because the experiences that often cause me pause generally happen within a context that requires one to be present to really appreciate the situation. But I had a funny experience earlier this week that I hope will be appreciated by others. While helping a 14-year-old with his English homework I saw a page in his textbook titled: Culture Studies—Eating Habits. The exercise in the book was to match which country typically eats what. Here’s the textbook’s description of what people in Morocco eat: “We have a big lunch. We eat couscous or tagine with meat and vegetables. We drink green tea with mint in glasses not in cups.” Japan’s description reads: “We eat a lot of rice, fish, vegetables and fruit, but we don’t eat bread. We drink green tea with lemon in small cups.” And England’s diet is explained this way: “We have a big breakfast. We eat lunch at school. We have dinner at 6 o’clock. We drink black tea with milk. We don’t eat a lot of bread.” And then we have America: “We usually eat fast food in restaurants. We have sandwiches, sausages and hamburgers. We eat and watch television. Coke is our favorite drink.”
When I think about my motivations for serving as a Peace Corps volunteer, broadening people’s understanding of American culture is certainly among my goals (Peace Corps calls it ‘Goal Two‘). Perhaps because I myself don’t eat sausages, hamburgers or fast food (but I admit I like a good sandwich!), I tried to explain to the student that not all American (or Japanese or British or Moroccan) people eat in the manner his book described. But with my limited Darija and his limited English I don’t think he really understood what I was trying to explain. “Ma-kanakul-sh hambuger u sausage u Coke! (I don’t eat hamburger and sausage and Coke)” I said rather boldly. “FaHmt? (Understand)?” This poor kid looked at me like I was hmq (crazy)! And looking back on the interaction I suppose stating this without any supporting language related to generalizations and diversity was not terribly useful. But at least he knows I don’t eat sausages. Or hamburgers. Or coke.
What Else, Erika? Report: Well, perhaps most exciting is that we received our first care package from my Mom! Yes, at 41 I can still get a care package. But unlike the things that many other PCVs receive (candy, cookies, gum and Kraft dinner), I got first-aid gel packs to freeze and use to cool down, some organic bamboo wooden spoons to cook with, and a set of silicone ice cube trays. Thomas got a book on yoga. Yup, that’s how the over-40 crowd rolls when it comes to care packages. Take that, Kraft Mac and Cheese!
Blessings to all!