Every day it's harder to wake up and easier to go to bed. It's the whole waking up at 7 a.m. thing... I'm not used to that after a summer of waking up around noon and working late at night. This is quite the opposite but I can't say that I dislike it :) Every day at the orphanage gets easier too, I'm glad that I'm moving to another placement though because each day at the orphanage is almost exactly the same. I think (emphasis on THINK) I'm ready for another challenge now!
Today a few newer nurses started working at the orphanage and I actually got to help one of them dress a few of the people. She was very sweet and thankful lol.. I almost know whose bed is whose and which wheel chairs belong to each person. It's nice to feel a little more helpful. I spent most of my time on the trampoline today with Bader and Simo (an adorable little dude about 4 or 5 years old). Bader sat on my lap again and made sure that even if he couldn't sit on my lap that he had possession of one of my body parts at all times. He tried to eat poor lil Simo's foot at one point so I thought it would be better if he held onto me instead :P
Achman was rather dramatic today as well since he kicked his ball onto the roof and nobody would go get it for him. He reminded me of the character Dobbey from the Harry Potter books who shuts his head in the oven. Achman was literally so upset that he was biting himself, slapping his face, and banging his head against walls. He was on the trampoline with us and Jordan was pretty much wrestling with him to keep him from hurting himself too bad (or anything else in his way). I finally just told him in french to stop crying, forget the ball, and find something else to play. To our amazement it worked!! ...At least for a few minutes.
After a while on the trampoline I realized that Simo had majorly wet his pants through his diaper and had definitely been sitting in my lap soaking me so I got out and gave him to Aziz to change. Aziz immediately laughed, made a face, and put him back in his stroller! They really have a way of doing things :D ..Jenna and I ended up changing the diaper bomb before he ate lunch and THAT was absolutely fabulous and DEFINITELY needed the two of us to execute.
In other news! I'm headed to Fes tomorrow with Arlene and Jayme for the weekend. We bought our train tickets today and booked a Riad to stay in. I'm excited to have a weekend away from this computer. I'll still be journaling of course but I really just want to read the book that Mohammed gave me and not have all the distractions that come with having this little white rectangle in my possession.
Adios :D
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
La plage!
Other than a short lesson in Arabic today I haven't learned nearly as much Arabic as I thought I would. Almost all I've been speaking is French, which is great because I'm realizing how much I have actually learned and a lot of stuff is coming back to me (as well as confidence!). So that's fun, but I'm really glad that I'm going to the Arabic school after this because I really want to get a grasp of Arabic while I'm here and try it out a little :)
Today at the orphanage I spent most of my time walking Bader around and pushing Nadia and Ali around the courtyard. They love doing loops around the parking lot and around the little garden paths and both of them point to where I want them to go and smile when I push them fast or around in circles and figure eights. I had no idea how much they liked that, otherwise I would have done it the past two days as well! I really like Nadia, she has the sweetest smile even though most of her teeth are missing. Whenever I look at her, she seems to have a knowing look in her eyes and she smiles an encouraging smile. I don't know how mentally impaired she is but I really think she has a good idea of what's going on. I started to be able to understand some things she said too which was exciting!
After work we had an Arabic lesson where I got to review a few phrases and learn some numbers which was great. I also learned a lot of new verbs that will help me with my teaching placement next week. I'm really nervous about going to work at the East West foundation because apparently the students think of us as real english teachers! The only thing I have ever taught was a dance class! Luckily there are tons of evaluation forms filled out by previous volunteers who have worked at the same placement and they give a lot of helpful hints and advice on how to prepare. After writing this I'm going to begin planning my first week's lesson plan. How weird is that? Me? A teacher? ...sigh... I can do all things through christ who gives me strength right?
On a less stressful note, a couple of us volunteers went down to the beach in Rabat today. It was absolutely gorgeous water and there were multiple games of soccer being played on the beach as well as a few mini sail boats full of little boys learning how to sail or swim or something (we weren't quite sure). There were also a lot of people trying to surf or just laying around on the lighthouse rocks sunning themselves and enjoying the perfect weather. There were mostly men on the beach and only a few european women in bathing suits so we got a little extra attention from the boys on surf boards, but other than that nobody seemed to care that we were in bathing suits and we got to enjoy the waves in peace.
Plage de Rabat <---we were on the left side of the channel
B'slama!
-Sarah-
Today at the orphanage I spent most of my time walking Bader around and pushing Nadia and Ali around the courtyard. They love doing loops around the parking lot and around the little garden paths and both of them point to where I want them to go and smile when I push them fast or around in circles and figure eights. I had no idea how much they liked that, otherwise I would have done it the past two days as well! I really like Nadia, she has the sweetest smile even though most of her teeth are missing. Whenever I look at her, she seems to have a knowing look in her eyes and she smiles an encouraging smile. I don't know how mentally impaired she is but I really think she has a good idea of what's going on. I started to be able to understand some things she said too which was exciting!
After work we had an Arabic lesson where I got to review a few phrases and learn some numbers which was great. I also learned a lot of new verbs that will help me with my teaching placement next week. I'm really nervous about going to work at the East West foundation because apparently the students think of us as real english teachers! The only thing I have ever taught was a dance class! Luckily there are tons of evaluation forms filled out by previous volunteers who have worked at the same placement and they give a lot of helpful hints and advice on how to prepare. After writing this I'm going to begin planning my first week's lesson plan. How weird is that? Me? A teacher? ...sigh... I can do all things through christ who gives me strength right?
On a less stressful note, a couple of us volunteers went down to the beach in Rabat today. It was absolutely gorgeous water and there were multiple games of soccer being played on the beach as well as a few mini sail boats full of little boys learning how to sail or swim or something (we weren't quite sure). There were also a lot of people trying to surf or just laying around on the lighthouse rocks sunning themselves and enjoying the perfect weather. There were mostly men on the beach and only a few european women in bathing suits so we got a little extra attention from the boys on surf boards, but other than that nobody seemed to care that we were in bathing suits and we got to enjoy the waves in peace.
Plage de Rabat <---we were on the left side of the channel
B'slama!
-Sarah-
Ovaries for eyes
I have to make this blog quick because I have to leave soon for the orphanage. Yesterday went much smoother than monday since we knew some of the nurses already and what to expect from most of the people there. One of the boys likes to high five and clap a lot so I taught him how to pound it and blow it up hahah... A very necessary skill I'd say.
I got to spend a lot of time with a boy named Bader who is blind as well as mentally handicapped. He usually sits very still and straight up with his legs crossed like an indian so he usually looks like he's meditating. He has a huge puff of black curly hair on the top of his head and big pouty lips that he likes to make strange sounds with. When we go out to the courtyard he sits in this huge trampoline with someone almost the whole time so I went over with suannt (I miss-heard her name yesterday) to bounce with her and say hi to Bader.
After hanging out for a while Bader started flapping his arms like crazy so I took his hands to see if I could calm him down. This worked all to well because he grabbed my hands and proceeded to stand up! Jason, a volunteer who had been watching him most of the day said "now you've done it!" with a mocking grin on his face. Apparently when Bader takes both of someones hands he wants to walk, and by walk I mean run awkwardly in small circles on the trampoline. So we danced around for a while until he got tired and plopped down. A few minutes later he grabs both my hands AGAIN and starts doing the same, this repeated several times and I must say that it was a good work out! The last time he plopped down he made sure to keep track of where I sat down and scooted over next to me and then proceeded to move himself over and put himself on my lap! It almost knocked the wind out of me since Bader is about my size and age I would guess, but then I just had to laugh because of how silly it looked.
While we were in there, the gardener came to talk to me and asked if I was married. Then he proceeded to tell me that his friend is marrying an american girl in 4 weeks that he met online. He asked how long I would be in Morocco and how old I was then invited me to have tea with him and go to the beach after work. This was rather awkward since I didn't know if it would offend him to say no, but obviously it wouldn't be a good idea to accept! This also took place while I was running in circles with Bader so luckily I was able to play dumb, like i didn't understand what he was asking until a few minutes later we had to bring the kids inside *PHEW*! Later I found out that this guy has been going around telling all the girls they are beautiful.... mister suave ;D
When we returned home from the orphanage, I had lunch and went on a city tour with Khadija! She took us through the Medina and gave us some tips to get around easier. We also went to the Casbah which was built back in the 14th century (if I remember correctly... I should have taken notes!) It's a big walled garden with paths and fountains (very pretty!). People were just laying around enjoying the shade and taking a break from their day. Then we walked around some smaller streets which may have been a part of the casbah and found our way to a gorgeous view of the ocean and the beach! I really hope I get this picture posting problem figured out because I would love to post them here. Otherwise I'll just put them on a website or facebook and provide links.
When we returned I took a nap then worked out on our balcony. It's so relaxing because it's pretty private and nobody can see up there. It felt good :D Later on a group of us went to our favorite Tapas restaurant for dessert. The funniest part was when Jordan referred to his eyes as ovaries when he was trying to say ocular cavities or something. Therefore I had to use that as my title, it had us doubled over laughing for a good while!
I think we're going to have a lesson on Arabic now so I'll write again later about my day today!
*Bissous*
-Sarah-
I got to spend a lot of time with a boy named Bader who is blind as well as mentally handicapped. He usually sits very still and straight up with his legs crossed like an indian so he usually looks like he's meditating. He has a huge puff of black curly hair on the top of his head and big pouty lips that he likes to make strange sounds with. When we go out to the courtyard he sits in this huge trampoline with someone almost the whole time so I went over with suannt (I miss-heard her name yesterday) to bounce with her and say hi to Bader.
After hanging out for a while Bader started flapping his arms like crazy so I took his hands to see if I could calm him down. This worked all to well because he grabbed my hands and proceeded to stand up! Jason, a volunteer who had been watching him most of the day said "now you've done it!" with a mocking grin on his face. Apparently when Bader takes both of someones hands he wants to walk, and by walk I mean run awkwardly in small circles on the trampoline. So we danced around for a while until he got tired and plopped down. A few minutes later he grabs both my hands AGAIN and starts doing the same, this repeated several times and I must say that it was a good work out! The last time he plopped down he made sure to keep track of where I sat down and scooted over next to me and then proceeded to move himself over and put himself on my lap! It almost knocked the wind out of me since Bader is about my size and age I would guess, but then I just had to laugh because of how silly it looked.
While we were in there, the gardener came to talk to me and asked if I was married. Then he proceeded to tell me that his friend is marrying an american girl in 4 weeks that he met online. He asked how long I would be in Morocco and how old I was then invited me to have tea with him and go to the beach after work. This was rather awkward since I didn't know if it would offend him to say no, but obviously it wouldn't be a good idea to accept! This also took place while I was running in circles with Bader so luckily I was able to play dumb, like i didn't understand what he was asking until a few minutes later we had to bring the kids inside *PHEW*! Later I found out that this guy has been going around telling all the girls they are beautiful.... mister suave ;D
When we returned home from the orphanage, I had lunch and went on a city tour with Khadija! She took us through the Medina and gave us some tips to get around easier. We also went to the Casbah which was built back in the 14th century (if I remember correctly... I should have taken notes!) It's a big walled garden with paths and fountains (very pretty!). People were just laying around enjoying the shade and taking a break from their day. Then we walked around some smaller streets which may have been a part of the casbah and found our way to a gorgeous view of the ocean and the beach! I really hope I get this picture posting problem figured out because I would love to post them here. Otherwise I'll just put them on a website or facebook and provide links.
When we returned I took a nap then worked out on our balcony. It's so relaxing because it's pretty private and nobody can see up there. It felt good :D Later on a group of us went to our favorite Tapas restaurant for dessert. The funniest part was when Jordan referred to his eyes as ovaries when he was trying to say ocular cavities or something. Therefore I had to use that as my title, it had us doubled over laughing for a good while!
I think we're going to have a lesson on Arabic now so I'll write again later about my day today!
*Bissous*
-Sarah-
Monday, September 27, 2010
Don't think, just do it.
Ok, so I know I'm usually the kind of person who think things through so much that I have arguments with myself and play good cop bad cop on myself or I'm my own devils advocate or whatever. But the situation I was put in today was one of those moments where I'm so glad that I acted impulsively and just didn't think.
We arrived at the orphanage this morning looking like slightly mad scientists all dressed in matching white smocks that resemble lab coats. They showed us a few rooms full of adorable babies and a room with 2 and 3 year olds who seemed happy to see us, especially the one who basically jumped into Ashley's arms. We then crossed to the other building which was much noisier and a little more hectic feeling since this was where the handicapped and mentally impaired stayed. They were in the midst of waking them up, changing diapers, and bathing them. I wasn't brave enough to peek into the place where they were bathing them so I followed the other volunteers back to the entrance where Mohammed asked who would stay in the handicap ward. I wasn't prepared for this question mainly because I thought they would just tell us where to go, but apparently they don't want people working with the handicapped who aren't comfortable doing it or unable to physically do it etc.. So I stand there trying to figure out who's going over there and about 4 out of about 16 of us immediately volunteered. I knew from what Jordan (a volunteer who had been working in the handicap ward for quite a few weeks already) had told us the previous day, that they needed a lot of help in that section. The 4 extra seemed like so little so without really thinking I just walked over to the other side and a few more came too so we ended up with a good number in each ward.
I spent a minute or two standing awkwardly in the hallway while things swirled around me, a kid in a wheelchair drooled on one side of me and another grabbed my hand then grabbed his shirt while grunting and gesturing. Jordan went by and took off the guy's shirt for him ......Ohhhh THAT's what he wanted me to do! I need to work on this sign language stuff...... Then I noticed that some of the volunteers had gone into the room with the baths so I walked in and stood awkwardly in there for about a minute when Jordan came in and was holding his breath this time and rapidly trying to take off another guy's shirt. I started helping him and realized that this guy's shirt was soaked in pee .......I already touched it so might as well keep going...... we got it off of him and immediately a nurse handed me a diaper and a set of clothes and pointed towards a boy (probably in his 20s) who had just been washed and needed to by dried and clothed. So with the help of Ashley, we maneuvered his twisted limbs and dressed this ......man really...... just like we would dress a baby on a changing table. After that it was like an assembly line, they would be wheeled in, diapers changed and thrown across the room (very unnerving) into a heaping pile, hosed down and sponge bathed, dried and changed on the tables, then put in their wheel chairs and sent down the hall to the breakfast room.
It's not as harsh as it sounds really, there was a lot of laughter involved. The nurses (mostly women, but there were a few men) were so good with the handicapped people. I really have to give them major props for working there on a regular basis. They work every other day and are paid about 120 DH per month which is equivalent to 15 USD! After changing my 3rd or 4th person, I had to fight back tears because I finally realized what I was doing. I tried to picture myself doing this every day or even once a week. I would NEVER have volunteered to do anything like this, I have never felt comfortable around handicapped people and I am extremely squeamish especially when it involves smelly things and bodily fluids. I wasn't crying because I hated it though, I think I was just in shock that this is these people's reality. This is everyday life and we are possibly just a small break or chance for them to catch their breath for a moment. What would it be like to have nearly nothing and yet give almost all your energy to help people that will never be able to thank you or reimburse you in any way except for a crooked smile, a hysterical laugh, or slobbery kiss?
I can't say that I'm REALLY looking forward to doing it all over again tomorrow. I am looking forward to holding and cuddling with Suann again, and trying to make her smile. I do look forward to the moments when someone starts chewing on another person's foot and they both think it's hysterical. I look forward to when one girl takes off her shirt every few minutes because she knows that a few of them will erupt in fits of spastic laughter and someone will run quickly over to put it back on her. I even look forward to getting my hair pulled by the girl with down syndrome because it really doesn't hurt and she really seems to get a kick out of it. So I guess I don't look forward to the smells and the baths and the food, but I do look forward to the smiles and laughter. I'm guessing that is what makes the 120 DH (or nothing) worth it for the people who work there.
That's all I have for today :)
<3 Sarah
P.S. I'm once again having problems uploading pics... trying to figure this out :/
We arrived at the orphanage this morning looking like slightly mad scientists all dressed in matching white smocks that resemble lab coats. They showed us a few rooms full of adorable babies and a room with 2 and 3 year olds who seemed happy to see us, especially the one who basically jumped into Ashley's arms. We then crossed to the other building which was much noisier and a little more hectic feeling since this was where the handicapped and mentally impaired stayed. They were in the midst of waking them up, changing diapers, and bathing them. I wasn't brave enough to peek into the place where they were bathing them so I followed the other volunteers back to the entrance where Mohammed asked who would stay in the handicap ward. I wasn't prepared for this question mainly because I thought they would just tell us where to go, but apparently they don't want people working with the handicapped who aren't comfortable doing it or unable to physically do it etc.. So I stand there trying to figure out who's going over there and about 4 out of about 16 of us immediately volunteered. I knew from what Jordan (a volunteer who had been working in the handicap ward for quite a few weeks already) had told us the previous day, that they needed a lot of help in that section. The 4 extra seemed like so little so without really thinking I just walked over to the other side and a few more came too so we ended up with a good number in each ward.
I spent a minute or two standing awkwardly in the hallway while things swirled around me, a kid in a wheelchair drooled on one side of me and another grabbed my hand then grabbed his shirt while grunting and gesturing. Jordan went by and took off the guy's shirt for him ......Ohhhh THAT's what he wanted me to do! I need to work on this sign language stuff...... Then I noticed that some of the volunteers had gone into the room with the baths so I walked in and stood awkwardly in there for about a minute when Jordan came in and was holding his breath this time and rapidly trying to take off another guy's shirt. I started helping him and realized that this guy's shirt was soaked in pee .......I already touched it so might as well keep going...... we got it off of him and immediately a nurse handed me a diaper and a set of clothes and pointed towards a boy (probably in his 20s) who had just been washed and needed to by dried and clothed. So with the help of Ashley, we maneuvered his twisted limbs and dressed this ......man really...... just like we would dress a baby on a changing table. After that it was like an assembly line, they would be wheeled in, diapers changed and thrown across the room (very unnerving) into a heaping pile, hosed down and sponge bathed, dried and changed on the tables, then put in their wheel chairs and sent down the hall to the breakfast room.
It's not as harsh as it sounds really, there was a lot of laughter involved. The nurses (mostly women, but there were a few men) were so good with the handicapped people. I really have to give them major props for working there on a regular basis. They work every other day and are paid about 120 DH per month which is equivalent to 15 USD! After changing my 3rd or 4th person, I had to fight back tears because I finally realized what I was doing. I tried to picture myself doing this every day or even once a week. I would NEVER have volunteered to do anything like this, I have never felt comfortable around handicapped people and I am extremely squeamish especially when it involves smelly things and bodily fluids. I wasn't crying because I hated it though, I think I was just in shock that this is these people's reality. This is everyday life and we are possibly just a small break or chance for them to catch their breath for a moment. What would it be like to have nearly nothing and yet give almost all your energy to help people that will never be able to thank you or reimburse you in any way except for a crooked smile, a hysterical laugh, or slobbery kiss?
I can't say that I'm REALLY looking forward to doing it all over again tomorrow. I am looking forward to holding and cuddling with Suann again, and trying to make her smile. I do look forward to the moments when someone starts chewing on another person's foot and they both think it's hysterical. I look forward to when one girl takes off her shirt every few minutes because she knows that a few of them will erupt in fits of spastic laughter and someone will run quickly over to put it back on her. I even look forward to getting my hair pulled by the girl with down syndrome because it really doesn't hurt and she really seems to get a kick out of it. So I guess I don't look forward to the smells and the baths and the food, but I do look forward to the smiles and laughter. I'm guessing that is what makes the 120 DH (or nothing) worth it for the people who work there.
That's all I have for today :)
<3 Sarah
"It is not how much we do, it is how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving." -Mother Theresa
P.S. I'm once again having problems uploading pics... trying to figure this out :/
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Tapas or Topless?
Ahhh... so I feel settled in already! Today was great for easing any worries I had because we had an orientation where they answered all questions and gave us as much info as we could stand (or more).
Let me take a minute to tell you (especially you mom) that I am EXTREMELY well fed here. The food is wonderful, some of it's weird, but I try it all and MOST of it is delish! And it's super fresh and clean and healthy.. I think I may lose weight here if I don't eat too much gelato and that yummy nutella-like spread that they put on bread :P
The people here are fantastic and eccentric! There's Arlene who immediately wins everyone over with her smile and seems to know a little about everyone since she made a cheat sheet of names and notes on everyone's introductions (why didn't I think of that?!). Then there's Christine who is closer to my age and has studied in paris, explored the outback, swam with sharks, and is an auditor (which, she sarcastically tells everyone, "is very fulfilling"). There's also Judy, a matter-of-fact lady with almost a buzz cut and really prefers animals over people, so much so that she's planning on living with silverback gorillas after this! I could go on about everyone else but there are 27 other volunteers and that would take up way too many words :D
During our orientation today, I learned that the "Home-Base" that we're staying in used to be the spanish ambassador's house. I think he said it was the spanish one... don't quote me on that though. I also learned that my particular placement, which is with the East West Foundation, does not start until NEXT week. So for this week I'm volunteering at an orphanage with most of the others. I'm excited to be working in two different placements, just to see what they're like, but it's also a little unnerving since I didn't read any of the orientation material on the orphanage since I was preparing for the East West Foundation. Apparently the directors don't think it's a problem, so... I guess neither do I!
I also had my first meeting with Mohammed, the CCS director for the Morocco home-base. He is the one who will be meeting with me weekly (or more) to make sure my internship and studies are on track. I don't know how I expected him to be, but he seems to be a very happy and caring person. He gave me a book to read and a bunch of resources that will help me chose my main focus for my time here. There are so many things that I could make my area of focus so it's a little overwhelming trying to tie one particular idea down. I'm leaning towards focusing on Women and their role in Moroccan society and how it's changing.
Lastly, there was a mass exodus after tea time today since everyone wanted to go to the Medina and check out the shops. We piled on the bus and explored the piles of spices, walls of shoes and clothes, rooms filled with chandeliers and hookahs, and pretty much anything else one could think of. The most memorable parts include: a man showing me his chameleons, bargain hunting for a cell phone in broken french, and a crazy man asking me why I wouldn't marry him on the bus ride home. This afore mentioned crazy man also gave a long speech in french to everyone on the bus about rich americans and something about thanking God, but I couldn't follow his slurred pronunciation.
There is so much more I could write but I have to get up in 7 hours to go chill with my new best friends at the orphanage. And you don't want to hear about my enjoying "ghetto hookah" on the back deck or visiting a tapas restaurant full of cats. Nope, I'll spare you because that's just BORING ;D
S-salaamu 'alaykum!
-Sarah-
P.S. Oh! And be careful how you say Tapas because it sounds dangerously close to Topless!
P.P.S. I will post pics later since the comp wont let me upload them to the blog at the moment :/
Let me take a minute to tell you (especially you mom) that I am EXTREMELY well fed here. The food is wonderful, some of it's weird, but I try it all and MOST of it is delish! And it's super fresh and clean and healthy.. I think I may lose weight here if I don't eat too much gelato and that yummy nutella-like spread that they put on bread :P
The people here are fantastic and eccentric! There's Arlene who immediately wins everyone over with her smile and seems to know a little about everyone since she made a cheat sheet of names and notes on everyone's introductions (why didn't I think of that?!). Then there's Christine who is closer to my age and has studied in paris, explored the outback, swam with sharks, and is an auditor (which, she sarcastically tells everyone, "is very fulfilling"). There's also Judy, a matter-of-fact lady with almost a buzz cut and really prefers animals over people, so much so that she's planning on living with silverback gorillas after this! I could go on about everyone else but there are 27 other volunteers and that would take up way too many words :D
During our orientation today, I learned that the "Home-Base" that we're staying in used to be the spanish ambassador's house. I think he said it was the spanish one... don't quote me on that though. I also learned that my particular placement, which is with the East West Foundation, does not start until NEXT week. So for this week I'm volunteering at an orphanage with most of the others. I'm excited to be working in two different placements, just to see what they're like, but it's also a little unnerving since I didn't read any of the orientation material on the orphanage since I was preparing for the East West Foundation. Apparently the directors don't think it's a problem, so... I guess neither do I!
I also had my first meeting with Mohammed, the CCS director for the Morocco home-base. He is the one who will be meeting with me weekly (or more) to make sure my internship and studies are on track. I don't know how I expected him to be, but he seems to be a very happy and caring person. He gave me a book to read and a bunch of resources that will help me chose my main focus for my time here. There are so many things that I could make my area of focus so it's a little overwhelming trying to tie one particular idea down. I'm leaning towards focusing on Women and their role in Moroccan society and how it's changing.
Lastly, there was a mass exodus after tea time today since everyone wanted to go to the Medina and check out the shops. We piled on the bus and explored the piles of spices, walls of shoes and clothes, rooms filled with chandeliers and hookahs, and pretty much anything else one could think of. The most memorable parts include: a man showing me his chameleons, bargain hunting for a cell phone in broken french, and a crazy man asking me why I wouldn't marry him on the bus ride home. This afore mentioned crazy man also gave a long speech in french to everyone on the bus about rich americans and something about thanking God, but I couldn't follow his slurred pronunciation.
There is so much more I could write but I have to get up in 7 hours to go chill with my new best friends at the orphanage. And you don't want to hear about my enjoying "ghetto hookah" on the back deck or visiting a tapas restaurant full of cats. Nope, I'll spare you because that's just BORING ;D
S-salaamu 'alaykum!
-Sarah-
P.S. Oh! And be careful how you say Tapas because it sounds dangerously close to Topless!
P.P.S. I will post pics later since the comp wont let me upload them to the blog at the moment :/
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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