A wonderous wonderland, oh look, a camel

So this is an answer to my brother's rehtorical anwer, the name Constellation was completely random and chosen by commity of women who don't know a word of English or thqt my brother is named after a constellation.

So here I sit, at a cyber cafe in the City of Roses glad to have made it here alive. You see taxi drivers here want to make as much per trip as they can. That means that they will continue to pick ppl up off the side of the road until the doors stop closing. Yes my friends, we had 11 people packed into a forty year old Mercedes Benz station wagon. All the taxis are ancient Benz or Peugots. It reminded me of high school... until we had to stop to let the herd of wild camels cross the road. That just doesn't happen in Denver. So that was fun.
But the buthanuts- shop keepers- are really kind and honest which is nice. I was trying to buy veggies and I thought the guy aid 60 DH so I handed him a hundred for change and he said 16 -in english. I was so glad he didn't rip me off. e is officially un wolfpoo. Well ppl are waiting on me and I still need to buy kefta.
bye friends!
p.s. Yes jessi, thqt edward is rediculously cute, btw I show everyont the Edward in my moleskin all the time

Life WOTP -Without Toilet Paper

Salam alleyqum friends.
So I have moved to my cite based training and I'll be here for the next three months; it is so gorgeous! BTW I'm still rocking the french keyboard so please be patient. OK so here is where I make all you people who ove me stop loving me because you're jealous. the village I'm staying in is 6 km away from the city of roses and my house over looks the whole rose field AND the roses are going to start blooming in a couple of weeks. Woot!

I am having a blast but the classes are intense. I have less than three months to gain an intermediate low speaking ability in Tamaziert. EEK

LOL the weirdest thing to adjust to was the lack of western toilets and toilet paper. We used to think it was funny that they think the left hand was unclean because thats the hand they use to wipe with. I totally get it now... I think the left hand is unclean too.

So my Moroccan family -the people I'm living with- are absolutly fantastic. They gave me like three massive blankets to keep me warm at night and they feed me so much food it isn't funny. I kind of miss feeling hungry I'm not going to lie. But they gave me a Morocan name because Erika is too hard for their accent. My name is Turia! It mans constelation. Well I have to run, we have an appointment to meet the Jean d'Arms -Police.

qim g L_man: Stay in peace

A slightly (but not by much) longer blog than the last

In response to the comments from Nammi and Orion. Nami, sorry I didn't respond before leaving but this turd of hurdles scampered off on Feb 28th. Orion, wolfpoo it is :)
Oh my heavens this country ois so lovely. Earlier when we were in Marakesh we stayed in bungalows at a hotel with a pool! Of course the pool wasn't heated so there were little ice chips in the water but it was beautiful all the same. Then we took a bus up and over the Atlas and now we've been in Ouarzazate for a few days learning survival Arabic and just getting used to being in another country. Everyone here (both Peace Corpse and Moroccan) are wonderfully kind. Also all the Moroccans in Ouarzazate speak french too! This has been so awesome, whenever I go out into the city (never alone dear friends don't fret) I've been able to talk to the merchants in the "souk". I'm getting really good at haggleing too. Not great but leaps and bounds better than before. Oh, and the food is SO amazing! there are all kinds of glorious flavors, they even put cardamum in the coffee... that one takes some getting used to.
Yesterday one of the other Peace Corps girls and I went into the souk and this guy was speaking with her in Arabic because she studied it in school and he was speaking french with me. Anytime we didn't know the word we'd say it in english and he would tell us the appropriate word in our given language. It was really cool. Have to run on a borrowed computer. Peace and love to all of you!

I cant find half the punctuation marks

Wow talk about epic adventure. So flying ninja monkeys stole my passport from the Peace Corps offices and I found out last friday that I had to send a new copy of all of my passport stuff before 6pm that night. When I got to Philly I found out that my passport stuff wasnt good enough so I had to take a trin to DC on Tues to get a new one. So I leave Philly via Acella for DC at 7 am get to DC by 8 and they finish my passport by 12:30. Guess they can work quickly when they want to. So I caught a flight up to New York at 1 and was on the plane for Morocco by 7 tues night. Jeezy Creezy. Have to dash super busy. This country is glorious FYI ;)