My Peace Corps Adventure

The next phase of my life begins on March 19, 2012, when I depart for a twenty-seven month adventure in Morocco. I initially arrive in Rabat, Morocco’s capital, and begin training, not only in the language and culture of Morocco, but also with respect to the service and assistance I will provide.


It is amazing how much I still don't know about my impending Peace Corps experience, given that it is almost upon me. I will be working in the "Youth Development" arm of the Peace Corps, but what my duties will be remains to be seen. I might teach English to children, coach soccer, or work with educators to establish educational guidelines.


And where I will call "home" within the confines of Morocco is equally unknown. I may find myself in a village with no or limited utilities (electric, water, sewer) or perhaps in a sizable town with my own high speed Internet access. Not until my training is almost complete will I have answers to these and other questions.


...so stay tuned if you're interested in following me on my journey. I hope to log in and comment often on my experiences and share with you some of the highlights of my odyssey !


Zip Lining in the Dominican

Disclaimer

NOTE: The views expressed herein are solely mine and do not represent the views or opinions of the U.S. Government, Peace Corps, or the Kingdom of Morocco.









Sunday, April 1, 2012

I can't really say its gotten any more "normal" in the last two days!  My host family hasn't a lot of money, and so the daily routines are very spartan.  My host father (Said) and I sit down to breakfast, and are served bread, bread, and a little more bread, with some cheese and oil, perhaps a little marmalade for breakfast.  After we are done, my host mother and sister come in and "clean up" and take the left overs as their meal.

Then for lunch they change it up quite a bit.  Bread, more bread, cheese, oil, and sometimes a little marmalade.  Same routine as for breakfast (men eat first and women eat second, or sometimes not at all).

Kas krut is the mid-day snack (that takes place between 5 and 6 pm.  Its nice to finally have a change, as we have bread, more bread, cheese, oil, and sometimes a little marmalade.  Same routine.

Dinner is served between 10 and midnite.  You're not going to believe what we have.  Yep, but also a community plate, with batatas (potatos), ruz (rice), and a little lHm (meat), which has been chicken and lamb.  There are no plates, spoons, forks, knives, napkins, etc.  We just take our bread (right hand only, please) and make little mini-sandwiches that we stick into the food in the community plate and squeeze the bread together around whatever we can glom onto in the plate.  My host mother rummages around in the community plate to find the little bits of meat and picks them out and sets them next to my edge of the plate and urges me to eat repeatedly ("Kul, Kul,") regardless of how much I have eaten.  Then the host mother and daughter come in and scoop up the leftovers and presumably eat in the kitchen or something.

It is truly amazing to watch fingers go into the community plate, scoop up some food, slap it directly into their mouth, lick their fingers, and begin the process all over again.  ...oh, yeah... that's me too!


No comments:

Post a Comment