Twenty-Seven Months in Morocco

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 !

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Ryan, Xmsa, and some of the campers on the first day

We took the campers to Omar's boxing gym (Omar is a friend of ours who lived in the States for 15 years and did MMA for a living)

Crazy campers at the beach

Campers kayaking in the beautiful Asfi beach

Group shot at the Tennis facility

Ryan, Mallory, and Lee planning for the next day's camp

Xmsa and me hangin' at camp

Lee brushing up on his states before quizzing the kids

Ping pong, pool, and general hangin' at the camp

A warm-up called "Cabeza" (head, shoulders, knees, and toes in Spanish) where Mallory goes freakazoid, and the campers absolutely love it (even though they of course don't speak a word of Spanish)

Campers in halloween costumes for a contest

Fill-the-cup-with-the-cap game

Fill that cup!

Results of trash pick-up activity

My future ex-wife and me :)

She's 18, I swear

Talent show

More talent show

Couscous at my future ex-wife's parents' house (Dad wasn't home, thank goodness!) Okay... not a great shot of Mallory, but a good shot of the couscous.