Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Dear Sherlock,

Not all cab drivers are psychopath-murderers. Just thought you should know.

You know, I'm not really one for hashtags. Sometimes they're funny, but most of the time, I find them annoying.

But Morocco is giving me ample opportunities for them.

#ThatMomentWhen...

...You catch three whole words in an entire conversation and not only feel satisfied but proud.

...You have no clue what your mom is saying, but you nod and smile anyways.

...By nodding and smiling the words somehow become clearer and you can sort of pick up one word, which sort of tells you what she's saying.

...Your littlest brother is watching a kids' show and they start singing about Tah and you flip out because that's a letter you learned in class that day.

...You can then put together a sentence that more or less translates to "The letter Tah, we study today in school."

...The thing that made you gag the first time you sipped it (less than a week ago) is now an integral part of your diet, and it wouldn't be breakfast or dinner #1 without it.

...You hear a verb you know and are thus able to reply, actually conjugating it correctly as well.

...You carry on a multi-sentence mini-conversation with your cab driver.

...You realize you've carried on aforementioned multi-sentence mini-conversation.

...You understand an entire sentence that your mom says without thinking about it too much, even though it includes two languages.

...You're super tired because you only got 5.5 hours of sleep, but then you get outside and you're in the Old Medina, and you realize all over again you're in Morocco

3 comments:

  1. What a wonderful experience! I'm very proud of you!

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  2. Glad that you are taking everything in stride and reveling in the small victories.

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  3. Yeah, it's like that...but hey, you're in Morocco and it will keep getting even better!

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