Americans by the Pool

I would like to begin by thanking my dear brother for the hugely entertaining comments he left on my last posts. I was rather tickled, and thanks for the news updates too, it's really nice to know what going on in your lives. I'm having a grand adventure but I rather like to hear about everyone's adventures too (be them as grand as learning to walk on water or as wee as finding an ice cream bar in the freezer that had been forgotten about)
Never underestimate the healing power of a shower. The hotel we’re having our meetings/ training at has showers, bathtubs, and - glorious saints be praised- a swimming pool. When we arrived at the hotel after an 8 hour bus ride without a/c in 120 degree weather I wanted to do everything all at once. I haven’t had a shower since May and I haven’t even seen a bathtub since the hotel in Philly back in March.
That isn’t to say I don’t bathe, of course, but bathing for me involves boiling a kettle of water on my stove then pouring it into a large bucket and adding cooler tap water until it’s a safe temperature. (I say “cooler” instead of “cool” because the weather is so hot even the tap water is between warm and hot depending on the time of day.) Then I sit on a stool in by bathroom and use a cup to clean myself. Being able to takes baths and showers has totally made up for the fact that we are sitting in training sessions from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm everyday for the last week and have more of the same next week. Blah.
On a brighter note, we have the weekend off from meetings. I spent the day sitting with the other PC ppl here with me reading by the pool, occasionally jumping in to cool off (I swear we’re a mile from the sun) and drinking over-priced coke (yes, dear friends, they have coke here- a little slice of home I can have in my fridge)and eating the Moroccan version of pizza (It's not too bad either). I hadn’t realized how much I needed this break. I don’t want to whine, and don’t think I’m not happy as a clam here, b/c I love where I am and what I’m doing, but I’m exhausted. Before today there has been no such thing as a “day off.” No matter where I go or what I do I am still a stranger living in a strange land. There is no taking a break from having to speak a foreign language or having to eat unfamiliar foods (they eat the goats head here, it’s an honor to be served one). Ha! side note, my yuckomiter is officially busted, I at sheep butter the other day and my mouth registered it as "not yummy" but it wasn't until I had eaten the appropriate three to four tablespoons worth that if occurred to me I would have thought this disgusting back home, weird eh? If I’m at home people, especially little kids, come to my door all the time asking for water, or to see my house, or all sorts of random things. They’re very cute and respectful so I am always happy to indulge them (until they want me to give them my belongings, I draw the line at that) Also, even if I’m telling myself I’m taking the day off and not studying my language or working on developing projects for my site b/c I need the day off I still have to visit w/ ppl from my site. They don’t understand that the simple act of living in Morocco is tiring, so if I blow them off for a full day they are hurt. Like I said, I needed the break.
Speaking of projects, the purpose of these training meetings is to help us brain storm idea to help better the lives of our sites. My mind is so full of project ideas that my community needs it’s spinning. Now if I can just draw up a project to fulfil these needs I’ll be all set to start working with my site.
Another purpose for getting my staj (the ppl I came here with and who are also in the Health Education Sector with me) to come to these meetings was to do language test to see if our language skills have improved since we finished our official language training and have only been studying on our own. I have increased my language skills by two levels! I was in Intermediate Low and I am now an Intermediate High! Don’t think I don’t feel smug, because I do. I am very proud of myself. My tester was very impressed with me. For those that don’t know Intermediate High is the level you would be expected to be at after roughly five or six semesters of college level language course. I have done it in four months, and two of those months were without the aid of a teacher. ‘Though credit where credit is due, I have gone to see a tutor about six times in the last two months; so not 100% me, but pretty close. I shall choose to be smug anyway. Lol Oh, and I found a Spanish grammar book so I’ve started teaching myself Spanish; but his is a Moroccan book so all the explanations are in French. That means I’m teaching myself Spanish via French and, by necessity, reviewing a great deal of my French too. This came in handy on my eight hour bus ride b/c I me a girl on the bus who lives in Majorca (an island off the coast of Spain) who only spoke Arabic and Spanish. It was so much fun, she would speak in Spanish and I could totally understand her and I would speak in French and she could understand me! Languages are a lot more fun than I ever gave them credit. (I finally understand your interest in Linguistics, “Aurora”- you know who you are ;P) On the down side, with all this learning of foreign languages I find myself forgetting English at an alarming rate. Oy vay, you’ll never get everything all at once will you?