a few days I will be back in Morocco, the country that is in a way where it all began, how fitting it is that I should end my formal study of Arabic in the country where my formal face-face forays into Arab culture began… Almost 10 years ago…
My first Arabic teacher was a Moroccan so in a way his culture is the one I most identify with the Arabic language, which I guess is ironic since a good chunk of the population speaks Amazight as a mother tongue, including my first Arabic professor!
in 2004 I went there for the first time, in 2005 I had the Moroccan semester from hell, in 2006 I returned to see some of the sub-Saharan African friends that I had met. Now it’s 2012, six years later (man, I’m old) and I’m going, going, back, back to Morocco!!!!!!!!!
Things are going to be mighty different, for one thing I can communicate in Arabic a world of a lot better than I used to. For another thing, coming off the Egyptian experience, I think I will appreciate Morocco more. But there are some apprehensions:
1. Street harassment in Morocco is no joke, if you look like me. I find myself thinking about what I did back in the day in order to make living there bearable, and wearing a scarf was up there… too bad I have never experienced the heat that is a Moroccan summer, so let’s see how that goes… sigh. To bear harassment or to not bear it, that is that question.
2. host families are mandatory. I hope it works out with mine…if not, they will kick them to the curb so fast… no summer from hell for me…. but let’s stay positive: Inshallah all will be well.
3. Homesickness! one week in America is not enough!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s so strange to do an about face like this.. and head back to the lion’s den… I mean the Arab world… ha, ha…