Monday, November 24, 2008

Mohammed Obama-Friend

So one of the highlights of Morocco was our time in Fes. While we were in Fes, we spent a good portion of one day at a leather tannery. Billy is writing an article on the tanneries so he needed to do interviews, take pictures, etc.

While Billy was down taking photo's of the vats of pigeon poo (read Billy's article to learn about the Fessian way of preparing skins--its worked for 700 years and starts with a good soak in pigeon excrement) we were up in a leather shop. I of course just firmly planted my bum on a bench--I could care less about shopping, particularly leather. Meanwhile, Peter was determined to buy himself a leather bag and jacket. He selected two items, and proceeded to start the bargaining game. (sidenote: P became sadly sadly addicted to bargaining..he even tries to bargain at Starbucks now!)

I got called in to be the bad cop a few times. 'You want to spend WHAT on that jacket?!?! Are you INSANE???' and so on and so on. Finally, Peter got to the point where the 'manager' had to intervene. And by manager I mean someone about our age, called Mohammed. Mohammed got the negations to within 200 dirham. He said he'd take P's hat ( a nike baseball cap) for the gap, Peter quickly said no way. Then remembered he had something in his bag, he rummaged around and finally pulled out a pin he happened to have on him. He offered it to Mohammed instead of the cap. The pin said 'Australiafor Obama.' (don't ask--long story). We had discovered during our first day in Morocco that Moroccans love Barack Obama. Mohammed instantly loved the pin, and put it on. As Billy spent a bit of time at the tannery we chatted a bit with Mohammed. He was very nice.

Later that evening, we had a rough time navigating Fes. The guides (or people wanting to sell you their guide services) were a bit relentless. As we walked back to our hotel we heard someone shouting 'Hello! Hello! HELLLLOOO!!!!' we ignored them and kept walking as we became conditioned to do.--then more 'EXCUSE MEEE HELLO HELLLO!!!" and then really loud 'OBAMA! OBAMA!!! It's me OBAMA FRIEND!' We turned around to see Mohammed.

Mohammed invited us over for harira (traditional Moroccan soup). We ate soup with Mohammed, he and P bonded immediately. He then invited some friends over and spent a good portion of the evening teaching Peter and Billy how to play an Arabic card game. As you can see, from the photos the evening with Mohammed Obama-Friend was a real highlight for us.


Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Here's Lookin' At You, Kid.

We just got back from Spain and Morocco! We had a blast! I’ve always wanted to go to Morocco (well since the first time I saw Casablanca anyway). We went with our friends, the Pulitzers. J.dub has already blogged about our trip with pictures—check it out here. I’m sure her blogs will be far superior (and likely more timely too) then mine.

I plan to post a few pics as soon as we finish sorting through the 8000 or so photo’s we took. A few highlights for me include:

Most novel site: The garbage donkey and coca cola delivery donkey

Most used Arabic phrase: LA! (means 'no'--followed by a strict wag of the finger)

Second most used Arabic phrase: Shokran (thank you)

Most worn clothing: all-purpose long black skirt (when cold I wore yoga pants underneath not just practical also classy) and skirt was able to double as a towel or napkin as needed

Most majestic site: the gorgeous stars above the the sand dunes in the Sahara

Surprising thing: being able to relate more to Jesus after experiencing a snippet of life in the mideast (or North Africa as the case may be)

Result of trip: A published WanMorris phrasebook for travelers to North Africa

Thing most missed: toilet paper and soap in bathrooms

Best friends made: Mohammed Obama-Friend (long story will explain later) and Akmed the Berber guide

Funniest site: Billy hanging out of car to ask for directions

Moment most feared for life: Taxi ride, bus ride, driving in Marrakech./Casablanca-- pretty much any moment in a moving vehicle

Proudest moment: only driver in car not pulled over by Moroccan police

Most shameful moment: nearly driving off road while trying to read sign in Arabic before remembering I can't read Arabic :(

Hobby likely to take up: flamenco dancing

Lifestyle most likely to pursue: life as a Berber nomad in the Sahara