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Bright Spots in a Long Countdown

21 Apr

Today marks 36 days til the end of classes.

38 days til we fly out of Morocco.

And 17 days after that will be touchdown in the USA.

Not that I’m, you know, counting down or anything.

We really have had some super cool experiences here in Morocco, and from the pictures I’ve taken you would never guess that I spend 90% of my time sitting at my desk in my dorm room at my isolated English-speaking university in Morocco.   But it’s been so frustrating to be pulled out of a immersion experience in Egypt where I had so much independence and so many opportunities for adventures, only to be placed in a University where the goals of every single student (to learn and become fluent in English) conflict so directly with my own, where our schedule has been packed with more class time and homework to make up for the lack of immersion, and where the only people I have time to interact with are the 15 students of our program, who I have class with 20 hours a week and study with for the rest.

So at the risk of falling dangerously behind in readings and papers this week, I decided to take the opportunity to spend 24 hours living with a Moroccan family this weekend.   Monica and I set off for Azrou, a little town (but bigger than Ifrane) about 25 minutes away by Grand Taxi Friday afternoon, ready to meet our host mom.  It was a little nerve-wracking because we weren’t exactly sure who we were meeting or where we were meeting them, but as soon as we met Mama Aisha she told us she would take care of us like we were her own daughters, and we knew we were in good hands.

Mama Aisha lives in the Old Medina of Azrou, within the walls of the old city.  A door off of a tunnel leading from a main street led up a flight of steep steps to the main part of her home.   A kitchen and two rooms with couches round the walls were the first floor, and two separate flights of steep stairs ran up to a bathroom (squatter–yikes!)  and a tiny door to the roof, where she kept a garden, clotheslines, and awesome views of the city.

We spent the evening learning how to make Harira, the famous Moroccan soup, watching soap operas, and talking to Mama Aisha all about her life, family, and looking through a cardboard box full of pictures and mementos, from the picture book of French postcards from WWI that her Grandfather had given her to the photos of herself in grade school to the photos when her children, now in their 20s, were young.

We learned that the round-room couches double as comfy beds, and the next day did some more cooking, shopping, walking around the town, meeting relatives, and “tanning” on the roof at Mama Aisha’s suggestion (it ended up being a great place to get some homework done in the sun).

We explored the souk and (a little queasily) bought some meat from a relative of Mama Aisha’s in the market.  Then learned how to make an AWESOME Lamb and peas Tagine.

Over lunch we talked politics and society with Mama Aisha and her son Omar, who works in Ifrane but usually stays in Azrou with his Mom.  It was awesome to get to finally talk to some Moroccans and see how they feel about the government, the King, the revolutions in the region and the protests going on in Morocco, and even vented some about American politics.  This was one of the few times I’ve really been able to practice the Moroccan dialect, and I was really happy to be able to do so.  Monica and I both can’t wait to go visit again.


All Aboard The Marrakesh Express!

7 Jan

When applying to this 9-month intensive Arabic study program, I knew that our funding would not cover travel expenses for return visits to the US, so I decided to try to stick it out on this side of the Atlantic for the entire duration of the program.  I knew the hardest parts would be Thanksgiving and Christmas–it can be tough sometimes having the best family in the world!–but we all did our best as a little Flagship family to be there for each other during the holidays.  Thanksgiving was a smashing success…we had a pot luck dinner all together at our RD Andrew’s apartment in Shatby, with everyone contributing their favorite traditions from home.  There were about 30 people and sooooo much food!  I spent the whole day cooking with Nada, Fatima, Monica, and Mae, and we produced about 12 dishes between the five of us!  I made two of my family favorites, mashed potatoes and baklava!  YUM.

Mae and I celebrated our Catholic family traditions–Advent and St. Nicholas’ Day–with a teeny advent wreath made out of tin foil, and Clementines and sweets in our shoes!  And for Christmas itself we finally had a week-long break, so Mae, Alberto, Jordan and I planned an ADVENTURE.  The planning itself even turned out to be an adventure, but because of mishaps like our original flight getting cancelled, we ended up with a 13-day trip, much longer than we had expected, and were able to work things out that we didn’t even have to use any unexcused absences from class!  Don’t as me how that happened, but al-hamdulilah it worked out great.

December 21st I finally turned in my last paper on the teaching of critical thinking in the Egyptian and United States education systems, and we set off for the WEST.  We landed in Casablanca, Morocco at around 3am, found our hostel, and the next thing we knew we were waking up to Moroccan mint tea and cornbread.  The first thing on the menu for the day was to purchase a guide book.  We got a little lost finding a bookstore that had one in English, and only ended up finding an edition from 2007, but we sure were glad to have it the rest of the trip!  That first day we learned that Moroccan cities are often divided into the walled “medina qadiima” or old city, and the developed “medina jediida” or new city.  We explored both during our time in Casablanca, and were smacked in the face with the reality of the Arabic language.  Or, should I say, languages?  Modern Standard Arabic, which is what most students of Arabic typically start with, is exactly what it sounds like.  The modern version of the standardized classical Arabic that can be found in the Quran and other ancient texts.  This Arabic has stayed fairly true to its original form over the many centuries of its use because of the significance of these texts, and the mathematical specificity of its grammatical canon.  The Arabic that is spoken in any Arabic-speaking country, however, is completely different, in terms of pronunciation, grammar, and influence from colonizing or nearby countries’ languages.  I’m studying in Egypt, and therefore speak Arabic like Egyptians do.  That means I pronounce my “jiim” like “geem,” drop the “qaaf” completely out of words, and use Masry sayings like “mashy,” (okey dokey) “izayyak,” (how are ya?) and am always feeling “miyya miyya” (A hundred percent).  In Morocco, this turned out to be a complete novelty for the Moroccans we interacted with, as Egypt is kind of like the Hollywood of the Middle East, and most of the widely watched movies, tv, and music that have spread throughout the region originate in Egypt.  “HA!” the shop owners would guffaw, “They speak like the soap operas!”  They would joke with us about ful medames and falafel, and sometimes occasionally would ask us to pay in Egyptian ginay.

So, we were most of the time well-understood and were known as those strange Egyptians that don’t all look completely Egyptian.  Of course, that didn’t mean we understood them.  French is spoken in Morocco almost as much as Arabic, and because we look foreign, we would often get spoken to initially in French.  Sorry…no French, can I get that again, in Arabic?   But the Arabic was almost as bad.  The Moroccan dialect is so strongly influenced by French and Spanish that sometimes I couldn’t tell whether it even WAS Arabic!  We ended up doing a lot of communicating in Modern Standard, with those who could speak it, and having to ask for a lot of repetitions and explanations with those who did not.  We learned some cool and useful Moroccan phrases though, and by the end were getting by pretty well!

I was surprised by how different Morocco was from Egypt, and how developed Casablanca seemed compared to Cairo.  Maybe it is because of the separation between the old and new cities, and the easy passage between the two lifestyles, that there is not a lot of the jumbled mix between the two that you can see in Egypt.  Casablanca’s new city reminded us of Washington, DC, with wide streets and white buildings.  We had our first Tajines, Moroccan medley of meat and veggies, slow-cooked over a charcoal stove in a clay cone-shaped pot, and went to visit a big cathedral, only to discover that it had been gutted and turned into a children’s art workshop.  We paid the guard for tickets to visit the bell tower, and climbed up flights of pigeon-poopy stairs to find that what we had just paid a dollar for was actually a free pass to climb around on the roof of the huge cathedral, and catch some gusty views of the city.  Sweet.

We also visited the fifth-largest mosque in the WORLD, after those in Mecca and Medina, built by the previous king of Morocco.   The gargantuan indoor prayer space can fit 25,000 people, with room for an additional 80,000 in the outdoor courtyard.  In addition to gorgeous intricate traditional carved cedar and colorful mosaic designs, this mosque is tricked out with modern conveniences, including heated floors and a sun roof.  No joke!  The enormous cedar and gold ceiling panels, that each weigh about a gazillion tons, slide open in just three minutes with what must be a HUGE electric motor.  (Sounds like a project my neighbor Mr. Dan would undertake!)

Our next stop was Tangier, so we hopped onto a train and sat Harry Potter-style in compartments with a snack cart that went down the hall every once in a while.  No Chocolate Frogs, unfortunately.  I was shocked at how GREEN Morocco was!  Neatly organized sloping fields with grazing cows and sheep reminded me more of Pennsylvania than the desert I had been picturing.  Water!  What a luxury.

We spent Christmas eve walking around the old medina of Tangier, wandering the steeply-sloping streets in search of Cafe Hafa, where we spent the afternoon sipping mint tea on a cliff-top, watching ships go through the Straits of Gibralter and looking across to Spain!  Afterwards we boarded a late bus and took off for the mountains.

Chefchaoen was a bizarre but beautiful place to spend Christmas.  We arrived just before midnight, and I set up a tiny Christmas tree and we all read A Charlie Brown Christmas out loud before falling asleep.  We woke up to blue.  Chefchaoen creeps up the side of a mountain and sprawls into the valley, and everything is painted blue, from walls and doors even down to the stone steps and steep winding streets.  We followed a cute dog that took a fancy to Mae past some waterfalls and up a path to a hill-top mosque to take in a gorgeous view.

Christmas dinner was delicious couscous with sweet onions, and we celebrated with a bottle of wine we brought from Tangier for the occasion.

The next day, we set off for our last real stop in Morocco, Marrakesh.  To get to the train that would take us there, we had to take two taxis from Chefchaoen to a little town called Souq al-Arbaa, literally named Wednesday Market, after the day of the week they hold their market.  We started off haggling with the taxi drivers like we would normally do in Egypt, having heard that 20 dirham per person was the reasonable price, but they laughed us off when we tried to pay 80 for four.  No no, they told us, this is a Grand Taxi.  Six passengers.  If you want to go now with just four, you’re going to have to pay for the whole six seats.  Otherwise, we can wait for six.  We stared incredulously at them, and the four-door, 5-seat sedans in front of us.  Look, we’re not about to get conned here.  There are four seats in these cars, see?  But silly us, that’s not the way things work in Morocco.  In Morocco that is a seven-person vehicle.  And if you want to go with just the driver and four of you, you’re going to have to subsidize those other two non-existent seats.  So we did end up paying a little bit more for those two extra invisible passengers for the first taxi, but for the second leg of the journey we were joined by two men who both sat in the front seat while the four of us crowded into the back.
We finally made it to Marrakesh, after a packed train ride that left Alberto and I seatless for a while before other passengers got off the train, sitting on our bags in the narrow hall of the train, lined with people.  After an incredible night of sleep, we set off to explore!  Whoever wrote our guidebook must have absolutely loved Marrakesh, proclaiming “the best street markets in the region”  “most perfect minaret in North Africa”  and “one of the best nightly street festivals in the world.”  The book was right!  Marrakesh was one of the coolest places I’ve ever been.  We spent hours and hours wandering around the passageways of the souks, dodging speeding mopeds and big carts fullshopping around and haggling for teapots, leather, spices, and pottery, and marveling at the sheer quantity of stuff, and variety of colors and smells contained in the miles of alleys and twists and turns of the souk.

I’m not sure whether I was over-influenced by the book’s claims, but the minaret of the al-Kutubiya mosque did seem pretty perfect.

Every night, the central square of the old city, called the Gathering of Artists, turned into an incredible festival.  Groups of people gathered around to listen to storytellers, snake charmers, and musicians and other street performers, while around them hundreds of stalls opened their doors for people to sit down and have a whole meal cooked in front of them, or to sit down for just a bowl of lentils, bread and a cup of tea.  Other stalls squeezed grapefruit and orange juice, or served fragrant ginseng tea with strong ginger cake, and still others sold sheep’s head or steaming bowls of snails.

Marrakesh was awesome, but wore us out!  After a few days, we were all catching colds or tummies hurting from the strange food.   We were ready for Spain like no other.  A flight mix-up, late plane, lots of hours in the airport, and one short flight later, we were in the land of all things haram… freely-flowing beer and wine, women wearing tights and skirts in European fashion, and so much HAM!  I hadn’t realized that Spain was famous for its many ways of cooking pig, but it was fun to be able to order a ham and cheese sandwich on a croissant and a beer at the counter of a restaurant literally called Museo de Jamon, Museum of Ham, for 2 euro!  In one 24-hour period, we literally were there 3 times.  YUM!  We felt as though we were living like kings in what our guidebook called a “fine, but drab” hostel, with toasty heating and showers that were always hot.  And tap water that you can drink!

We spent our days walking around, looking at the grand old plazas and palaces, looking at awesome Spanish paintings at El Prado art museum, people-watching, and stopping for a beer or coffee when we were chilly.  At night we splurged on great food and wine, and enjoyed being in a city decorated for Christmas with lights and trees everywhere!

On New Years eve we bar-hopped, bought crazy colorful wigs, and stood in Puerta de Sol square with the rest of Madrid, and counted down to midnight!  At the toll of the bell we ate 12 grapes as per Spanish tradition, to bring good luck for each month of the new year.

Our last night in Spain, we managed to get tickets one of the best jazz clubs in the world, and sat with our coffees and beers, listening to amazing music, and wondering why this atmosphere was so specific to the West, and so absent from Egyptian and Moroccan society.

After a day of travelling back to Morocco through Fez, and then back to Egypt through Casablanca, it felt good to be back home.  Well, home away from home.   What an adventure!  What an awesome break from school and daily life in Alexandria.  But so nice to be back where we can understand the language and be understood, at least most of the time, back to our own beds and apartments, and re-motivated to press through these last three tough weeks to the end of our first semester, and halfway through the year!

A Day in the Life

4 Nov

I’ve heard it said that it takes 21 days to form a habit, and finally, after almost two months of living here, I’m starting to fall into some Alexandria habits. That’s not to say that every day doesn’t have its surprises and small catastrophes (like trying to bake a cake but not being able to figure out how to light the oven, or spending a few minutes standing in the street trying to figure out if it’s a problem to cross in front of a group of people praying, before deciding to find an alternate route home), but I finally feel like I live here.

Every school day (Sunday through Wednesday) I wake up before the rest of my host family (unless Mohab decides to go to school.  Post on the Egyptian education system coming soon).  Mama Azza leaves me out some bread and fruit for breakfast, and I make myself a quick sandwich of Gibna Roomy (Direct translation: Roman Cheese…  It’s a hard, dry white cheese with tiny holes in it, not quite as strong as parmesan or swiss) and lunch meat to eat on the way to school.  I try to leave the apartment at 8:45, although usually I’m running late.

I run down the stairs of my apartment building–all 153 of them! from the 8th floor to the ground, dodging cats on the way down–and walk across Omar Lotfy street to get to the tram stop right in front of our apartment building.  I ride in the women’s only car of the tram (more crowded, but no dudes to bother you), and after every stop, the Kambsaary comes around to take 25 ‘irsh (about 4 US cents) from any new riders and hand each one a thin paper ticket from his ticket book.

Alexandria University, Faculty of Arts is a short walk from the tram stop.  The Flagship program has its classrooms and offices on a floor of the Center for Arabic Language Education (for Foreigners).  We also have a really nice lounge called the “Dar” that has computers, tables and chairs, printer, copier, and lots of comfy couches (even one that folds into a bed!) for doing homework or napping between classes.  The latest drama at the Dar has been the lack of reliable internet for the past few weeks.  While this is obviously a problem, it also sometimes can become a useful (and true!) excuse as to why your homework is not printed out and ready for your 9am class.

Classes are small, between 5 and 10 of us in each one.  During class we go over ideas and grammatical structures found in our readings, hold debates and discussions, and even learn how to cook Egyptian food!  Most days I only have class from 9-11.  Afterwards I either grab a quick  a ful sandwich from a shop on the street, go to my University class (Monday and Tuesday), or meet up with my language or academic partners.

I get home around 4 most days (take the old-fashioned elevator so I don’t have to climb all the stairs!  It’s a little scary though.  Sometimes it stops between floors and I have to hop down a foot or two to escape), and Mama Azza is usually cooking something for the two of us and Mohab to eat for “lunch”…the most substantial meal of the day, and also, like most meals, pretty ambiguously timed; sometimes I’ll eat at 3 when i get back from class, or sometimes at 7.  We eat lots of rice and pan-fried chicken, and soups and stews and macaroni with tomato sauce…definitely a very carb-heavy diet.  One of my favorite meals is FISH!  It’s usually served whole, fried or baked…and you just dig in with your fingers.  YUM.

After lunch it’s homework homework homework homework in general…with other fun stuff thrown in, of course.  I have nice shay to keep me company at night while I work through articles on religion or the education system, or short stories and novels from the great Arab writers.  That’s all I’ve got for now guys; life is good.

Weddings and Wagib

1 Oct

Happy October everyone!  And Happy Egyptian Daylight Savings Time Day!  My day just got about 20 times better, as I woke up feeling like a slacker for sleeping until 11 (it’s been a long week), and then turned on my automatically-updating computer to realize it was actually still only 10am!  So excellent.

Speaking of excellent, last Friday I went to the wedding of the century.  That’s saying a lot because in Egypt, the wedding is just about the most important moment of your life, and they like to do it BIG.  Kholy, the groom, was a great friend from last summer, who has the reputation of knowing approximately every person in Egypt.

The process of getting married in Egypt takes a few twists and turns along the way.  First, there’s the engagement.  After all of the interested parties are agreed on the match (the woman and man of course, as well as parents and family), they have a huge Khatooba (engagement) party.  I went to two Khatoobas last summer, and they’re often called the same word (Farah) as the wedding itself, which makes sense as they’re a lot like an actual wedding, with presentation of bride and groom, exchange of rings and jewelry, cake-cutting ceremony, and of course lots of dancing.

The next step is called Katab-al-Kitab, writing of the book.  This is a small ceremony with very close relatives as witness, when the couple signs the marriage contract and is legally married under Islamic law, although they don’t live together until after the big wedding party.

The Farah itself is a just a huge party to celebrate the marriage with family and friends and friends’ friends and relatives’ friends and occasionally random Americans who show up, etc.    As a rule, the wedding always starts late.  When we asked Kholy what it was going to be like, he told us he would get there at 6, and the bride will arrive at 7.  Ha!  Like the silly Americans we are, we figured that would (more or less) be the case, so Monica, Mae, and I got together and got ready to leave by 5.  We ended up getting picked up around 9, successfully overcoming the walk of shame to the car in our scandalous (for Egypt) attire.

We arrived at the site of the wedding–it was held at the King Marriott gardens on the North Coast, which was beautiful and decked out with pretty lights and a huge stage–in plenty of time to see the zifa, or the bride’s entrance, when she pulls up in a car and is greeted by loud horns and drum music, and is met by the groom.

Kholy and Sarah then had their first slow dance, and everyone got to join in.  Sarah looked absolutely gorgeous.  And Kholy it turns out did not wear flip flops and shorts like he claimed he was going to, and looked pretty handsome as well.

The rest of the night was a blur of FOOD and DANCING!  After the first dance, they opened up the 2 buffet lines of about 30 covered dishes each, with every imaginable Egyptian food, some of my favorites of which were the fish, stuffed/grilled vegetables, cheese-filled sambousa pastries, and oh, at the end of the neverending buffet line was a shwarma stand!  There was a whole separate table for salads and hummus-style dishes, and rows and rows of amazing desserts (also an ice cream stand where you request any flavor)!  So delicious.  Somehow after stuffing ourselves completely full we managed to get up and dance yet again!

There were two great well-known musicians who came and sang to Kholy and Sara and led the dancing, Abu Elif and Mahmoud El-Esseili, which was tons of fun.  At weddings the women all dance around the bride, and the men all dance encircling the groom.  Sometimes the circles mush together a bit, and sometimes the girls circle links up and goes into the middle of the boys circle, so the boys are all on the outside dancing in one direction, girls are all inside dancing another direction, with the bride and groom in the middle!!  Afterward a DJ took over, until  it was time to say our Mabrouks (congrats) and head home to bed.

The best part about the wedding was seeing the group of friends we made last summer all so happy and excited for our friend Kholy!  He’s the first of their group to get married, so it was just really fun to be a part of such a big event for Kholy and our buddies from the Rotary club.

Also last weekend I moved in with my Egyptian family!!  I’ll write a more specific post on that sometime but for now an update on life in general:  living with the family is working out great.  I have a Mama Azza and a brother Mohab, who are both super nice.  Mama Azza cooks me food and makes me shay bi-leban (milk tea), and in general is just the sweetest person ever.  They’re just moving into their new apartment, so things are still all getting set up, but I have my own room, desk, bed, internet….and what else do I really need in life?

After classes started this week, just about all my time has been spent with this:

HOMEWORK.  Classes are so intense this year.  I slave away over reading and vocabulary from the time I get out of classes until I can’t work any longer and have to fall asleep.  (Hence the lack of recent blogging, sorryyyyy).  And not even all of our classes have started yet!!  University classes (supposedly, but you can never be too sure) start this week, and my internship just started yesterday…I’m working at a non-profit called Caritas Egypt, on their microfinance project, searching for grant money for their blossoming program.  Sweet!  Anyway, gotta salaaaam out for now.  Good luck with all that rain I’ve been hearing about in the US!  I’ve pretty much forgotten what rain is at this point. 😉