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Even though English is rarely spoken here, one of the few words that will never leave my mouth wherever I go is "Girllllll". Last night I made couscous at my Arabic professor's house and my, my, between the languages, my professor's incredible life story as (a Fesia who moved to Rabat, became pregnant fairly young, getting her degrees in Morocco before pursuing her doctorate in France, and raising her children, all within a culturally critical time for women in morocco), I could not stop saying "girllllll" in typical me fashion. It just goes to show that some things can not be shed.
Which brings me to how incredibly blessed I have been to have you girls in my home away from home. I have spoke to a few of you on skype (maria and kristen we must tawk) and cannot say enought how much morocco is like deja vue. It's a delightfully confused identity crisis this country, but african, mediteranean, european, arab, berber, american, and countless religious elements are easily distinguishable throughout. It's bizarre to think that my comfort here is that the critical sense of family is not unlike the home we all have created back in D.C.
Literally as I write, I am in the "family house". When they call it that in arabic, it literally means "for all". And the countless relatives who come and stay for undetermined amounts of time, is not unlike the beauty of the Tea House. I would not call it dependence but I will say that I have grown more vulnerable and comfortable at the same time in my need to be with others. Who would of thought.
Alors, Carol you must meet my uncle here and I hope you can come visit when he is around. He lived in Israel/Palestine back in the 80s and designed the airport in Tel Aviv. Brilliant man who has directed the airport in Agadir since his return. Many stories.
Kelsey my love, our short email exchange warms my memories of Washington, and congratulations on the upcoming spring break which begins tomorrow I beleive for all of you. Also, n'oublies pas que demain c'est la fète de la independence de Ghana aussi!
Maria...maria...maria...girl; I have yet to speak with this delightful chica. Cannot even begin to ask what your time is there...I hope all is well and give Mike a hug for me.
Kristen...when I'm here I cannot help but think of all the times you grin with glee when you talk about Africa (not the country), but the sense of being completely at ease and in the company of others. I believe you are en route or already in Uganda at this point...discuss.
Katie Katie Katie
Girl I see you in less than a month. Let's talk about that! All you crazy parisiens are going to love love love le maroc. your trip is in the planning stages from my end!
Skype.
I will post my writings as I have many in addition to the emails. Photos are on facebook, but I think I need a photo journal. Will do it soon. Post Desert. Leaving for Ouzzarete in the South for a couple days and nomadic festival.
That's all folks!
Cheers,
Corina
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