Because I have stayed so busy with formal excursions and
experiences, most of my posts on Morocco so far have dealt with specific
happenings. However, one of the
richest parts of the journey has been the everyday joy and intrigue of being in
the heart of Moroccan life. As
someone staying for an extended period, I have the opportunity to immerse
myself in a way that would be impossible for a tourist. Much of this privilege is thanks to my
host family’s generosity in welcoming me into their daily life, but I have also
noticed things on my own that beg me to keep exploring.
Take, for example, my walk to and from school. At first, it was daunting because my
house is at least seven minutes and five windy turns into the fringes of the
medina. Many other students live
closer to school, just off the main road, where the route is familiar and
direct. Given my lackluster sense
of direction, the closer proximity would have been easier, but I have come to
appreciate my winding path home.
Each day, I pass through one of the medina’s largest
vegetable and meat markets on my way to school. In the morning, the shopkeepers are already wide awake and
arranging their stands. Many sell
oranges, lettuce, beets, and other fresh produce. There are some stands for spices and dried fruit, others for
candy bars. Behind three different
counters are shelves full of chickens (still clucking), which will likely be
eaten within the day. Different
smells waft from each stand.
Walking down this souk road is an experience that requires all of my
senses, but it’s distinctly Moroccan.
Coming home, life maintains its Moroccan flavor. Sometimes, the language barrier and
lack of privacy requires some flexibility, but the rewards are rich. Apart from the communication and, of
course, the delicious food, there are some other little quirks that distinguish
my home arrangements. For example,
a large portion of our central courtyard is uncovered, which means that when it
rains, it reaches all the way to our tiled floors. This week alone, we’ve had several thunderstorms, which have
meant lots of moisture on my walk to the kitchen and bathroom. It’s something that’s mildly
inconvenient, but it’s also not anything that would ever happen at home. The charm still hasn’t faded, nor do I
expect that it will.
Here’s another snapshot: an afternoon at the hammam. In Rabat, everyone is convinced that
temperatures below 50 degrees are freezing, consequently making the quick
bucket showers less appealing.
Instead of taking their daily 10 minutes in the shower, as most
Americans do, Moroccans go instead to the hammam. A hammam is a public bath open to men and women at alternate
times each day. There are three
rooms in each hammam, one sauna-hot, another warm, and the last slightly
cooler. Each invites guests to
sit, decompress, and be clean.
The hammam process is just that, a process, one that I’ve enjoyed around five times now. You must bring a stool for seating in
the steam room, a giant bucket to fill with water, and a scooper to ladle the
water over yourself. Upon arrival,
you pay a small fee (around $1) and strip down to everything but your
underwear. Then, you choose a
room, sit down, and spend up to three hours enjoying the longest, most
satisfying shower of your life.
The end goal is to scrub hard enough to remove sheets of dead skin, and
if your host mother doesn’t help you with this task, as mine does, then you can
pay another naked person to give you a full body scrub. Admittedly, this experience was a bit
of an adjustment for me, but it’s one that I’ve come to enjoy with my host
family, on my own, and with friends from school. Walking to and from the hammam with my giant bucket in tow,
I’m bound to hear one of Morocco’s favorite phrases, “B’SaHa wa raHa,” meaning
“To your health and happiness.”
How can I help but feel relaxed after an experience like that?
To be sure, my everyday experiences in Morocco are very
different, serving as a constant reminder that I’ve ventured outside of my
American comfort zone. But this is
why I travel, and it’s why I’ve chosen to spend a semester in such a distinctly
different place. Being in Morocco
reminds me that life exists in many different forms and that I am one piece of
this complicated, beautiful, exciting mosaic of a world.
Beautifully, beautifully written! I'm going to send the link to all your WA English teachers. Hope you get the meds you need for the sinus headaches. Got to believe the folks there at the Center have had to deal with every health problem imaginable, so I'm confident they can help you get rid of the headaches. Much love and pride - Dad
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed reading your blog, I could almost picture myself there. You seem to have inherited your father's gift for prose, with your own added finesse. I look forward to sharing more adventures with you. Love, your cousin Ruth
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