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Updates. And then more exciting stories.

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Hey everyone. HIEEEEEE!!! So! Here are some updates for you, which I’ll follow with more interesting posts about mountains and books and stuff. Yay!

  1. I am very very very sick. I feel as though my internal organs have painfully imploded and are leaking out as I sit on the toilet crying for twenty minutes at a stretch. This, coupled with the general malaise/headaches/cough/throat death/mild fever that I’ve been feeling for awhile now has finally led to my mother ordering me to stay home and get better, rather than taking the train to meet them in Marrakesh today. My immune system, I’ve decided, sucks: it keeps me from getting really sick, but dangles me over the edge of serious illness with every little ailment it can think of. My medication is not working. Is building up a tolerance to immodium even possible?!
  2. It is suddenly the rainy season here in North Africa. As I walked home last night, barely 200 meters from the entrance of the kasbah, a sudden downpour decidedly canceled out my need for a shower for at least another week. I was wearing a thin cardigan, and made it back to our house looking like one of those bedraggled, wilted orphans wandering pitifully through Charles Dickens stories. My family got a real kick out of it: “Tu es bien mouillée!” they laughed, as I dripped on the tile and greeted them with slightly damp bisoux. Early this morning, as I tried to figure out my-family-is-in-Morocco stuff, a huge clap of thunder rolled across the hills of Rabat and Salé, accompanied by a deluge that would have merited a “it’s raining cats and dogs out there!” in America, but cats are squirrels and there are very few dogs here so I yelled instead “it’s raining cats and cats out there!” I’m sitting on my bed, staring straight out the window at the river and Salé and enjoying the fragrant, rainy breeze drifting through the room.
  3. Allie is leaving to go find bananas, yogurt, saltines, toilet paper, and other necessary items for a bad case of the digestive woo-woos (we googled it. We’re pros). She’s doing some of her own errands, too, but I really appreciate her taking my money and buying me things. Go Allie.
  4. I am a genius and decided to write about the portrayal of Moroccan women in film for my Gender class research paper (WOOOO), and so am planning on spending today watching movies and “catching up” on “homework,” like the Fès paper that was due 2 weeks ago but nobody really cares (literally nobody as long as it gets in eventually I guess), or maybe that presentation or that other paper…school is pretty whatever here. I’ll probably just end up listening to This American Life all day nibbling crackers like some spastic, farty chipmunk.
  5. Allie just walked back into the room, dripping on the tile and looking like one of those bedraggled, wilted orphans wandering pitifully through Charles Dickens stories. Morocco rain : need umbrella.

Okay, that’s about all I got on the Updates front. I’m going to start a post about our epic weekend adventure now, with pictures! WOOO!!!

 

 

HOLY SHIT CUMIN

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Allie, my roommate, is suffering from travelers’ diarrhea. Furthermore, she’s never had diarrhea before EVER in her entire LIFE, so this is pretty *ahem* shitty.

For those of you who have never suffered the consequences of your intestines locked in a death match with foreign microbes, it sucks. All you really want to do when you’ve got this sort of thing is poop and lie in bed, which is exactly what we’re doing (not at the same time lulz); chilling in our bedroom with Sarah as our host families (all related to each other) visit and stuff.

A hilarious and/or horrifying cultural health mix-up ensued; when Sarah and I brought Allie some bread after tea, Sarah’s host mom accompanied us into the bedroom bearing a container of cumin and a spoon.

IN MOROCCO EATING A SPOONFUL OF CUMIN IS GOOD FOR DIARRHEA.

UUUHHHHHHHHH

Go to your spice cupboard.

Remove the cumin.

Smell.

Imagine eating a heaping spoonful.

LIKE MORE CUMIN THAN THAT.

A HEAPING MOTHERFUCKING SPOONFUL.

OF

CUMIN.

IMAGINE A MOROCCAN WOMAN ATTEMPTING TO FORCE A HEAPING SPOONFUL INTO YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU HAVE DIARRHEA.

AGREE THAT ALLIE IS A MOTHERFUCKING CHAMPION.

I mean, okay. I don’t want to disparage their cultural practices. Also, if you google it, it’s real; Cumin IS good for the digestive system. It just struck Sarah and I as absolutely, absurdly surreal as we stood there, helplessly watching Turia bear down on Allie lying in bed, cowering from the enormous spoonful of cumin insistently shoved at the blanket she hid beneath.

INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION OF NOT EATING GARGANTUAN SPOONFULS OF CUMIN WHILE SICK: ALLIE.

GO ALLIE.

FEEL BETTERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!