Today, I learned that I'll be taking 17 American teens to Marrakech to discover Moroccan culture and to learn Arabic. Complete with a new alphabet! A new alphabet? The alphabet is the first thing you learn in school, if your parents are slackers and didn't teach it to you already. Being that my parents are professional teachers, we can assume I learned that alphabet before I started going to school. I actually don't remember learning the alphabet, just like I don't remember learning to breathe. I think it's safe to assume that I've always known how to do both. I'm annoyed my alphabet doesn't correspond with Arabic. My alphabet held up when I learned French and then Spanish. So, why is Arabic any different?
I'm going to have to wrap my head around a lot of differences. Today, I learned that children born to a Moroccan father are considered citizens of Morocco (even if they have the passport of another country) and they must have the consent of their father when leaving the country. Did you ever see Not Without my Daughter? I'm pretty sure that I don't want to have Moroccan babies.
There are a lot of other things that I'm looking forward to and they include:
- Couscous by the fist full
- the 17 teenagers that I'll be working with
- the Souk and buying things
- having a salary (even if it's kinda small)
- finding a new yoga studio
- keeping my shoulders and elbows covered for four months
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