Today we packed our bags, left the hotel and went HOME (to our homestay). I’m living with a family of five: Mohammed, the father, Karima, the mother, Sihame (my age), Saad (16) and Zoubida (10).
Sihame kissed me on the cheek three times (I was a little startled) and held my hand right away (again, a little startled). We went home and then went for a walk. The walk around Mohammed V Avenue is a big event. It’s kind of like a parade. The girls dress up, the guys dress up and you go and look at each other but pretend not to. Girls must link arms.
My homestay father, Mohammed, is very helpful! He’s trying very hard to help me learn Arabic/Derija. We had a conversation last night that was some combination of Arabic, French, Spanish, English and gesturing. My head hurt but at least we came to understand each other. He has a warm affect and will be a good interim father while my daddy is back in the States.
All in all, I’m really lucky. I have my own room, internet (although it’s Ethernet, not WiFi) and some friends already.
Homestay, sweet homestay!
Sarah
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