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!
- 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?!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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!!!