I've been out of the blogging loop for a couple weeks, but that doesn't indicate how much has been happened in the last couple weeks. Some event updates first, and then thoughts and reflections.
The last two weekends I have traveled out of Rabat, and I want to continue to do so every weekend I'm here. As much as I love Rabat, it's so nice to see other cities. I've been finding that when I return from trips and get off the train at Rabat Ville, I get a feeling of relief and home.
Last weekend we went to Marrakech because Rachid, Romain, and Hicham were playing in a soccer match for Amnesty International. As always, drama tried to ruin the day. Regardless, I ended up in the Djemaa el Fna around 10pm. It was lit with little lightbulbs, and full of Moroccans playing traditional instruments, trying to get you to take a picture with a monkey, and offering delicious fruits, juices and snails (yes! snails) at the carts. After stopping for some Moroccan tea, we went to sleep and came back to Rabat the next day.
This weekend I went to Meknes to visit Jen, who's group from Spain was doing a short tour of Morocco. I was astounded to hear that he group leaders told her not to drink the water - or even to brush her teeth with the tap water! They weren't eating any meals outside of the hotels, to save themselves from all the horrible Moroccan diseases at street stalls. Also, they told the girls that only prostitutes go out after 9pm. So ridiculous. Lindsay and I told her what real life in Morocco. Add one more person to the list of people who've been educated.
That being said, I want to echo Lindsay's frustrations in people who've been saying really ignorant things about Morocco lately. Just to reiterate: terrorists and prostitutes don't roam the streets. Thanks for listening.
The last two weekends I have traveled out of Rabat, and I want to continue to do so every weekend I'm here. As much as I love Rabat, it's so nice to see other cities. I've been finding that when I return from trips and get off the train at Rabat Ville, I get a feeling of relief and home.
Last weekend we went to Marrakech because Rachid, Romain, and Hicham were playing in a soccer match for Amnesty International. As always, drama tried to ruin the day. Regardless, I ended up in the Djemaa el Fna around 10pm. It was lit with little lightbulbs, and full of Moroccans playing traditional instruments, trying to get you to take a picture with a monkey, and offering delicious fruits, juices and snails (yes! snails) at the carts. After stopping for some Moroccan tea, we went to sleep and came back to Rabat the next day.
This weekend I went to Meknes to visit Jen, who's group from Spain was doing a short tour of Morocco. I was astounded to hear that he group leaders told her not to drink the water - or even to brush her teeth with the tap water! They weren't eating any meals outside of the hotels, to save themselves from all the horrible Moroccan diseases at street stalls. Also, they told the girls that only prostitutes go out after 9pm. So ridiculous. Lindsay and I told her what real life in Morocco. Add one more person to the list of people who've been educated.
That being said, I want to echo Lindsay's frustrations in people who've been saying really ignorant things about Morocco lately. Just to reiterate: terrorists and prostitutes don't roam the streets. Thanks for listening.
posted by caitie at
1:29 AM
3 Comments:
OUR Jen?
Also, I think it's great that you're getting out to other parts of the country and seeing how they're different and similar. I'm not surprised that you notice the different colors of the cities, because you've always been good with colors and how they change under different circumstances. Remember when you told me your favorite color was the blue of the sky at dawn?
Um... it was your friend Lindsay who said in her blog that she noticed the colors of the cities. But! You are still good at things like that; you all are.
I think you got it from me :-).
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