hey mom and pops.
i'm in the beautiful seaside town of essaouira about to ride off on a camel into the sunset with mohammed, and i won't be coming back. life in the harem just seems so peaceful, compared to the looming stresses of junior year.
partially. i did ride a camel today, and his name was max. we became fast friends. later, we went to the hammam. it was very rejuvenating, as in lying on a tile floor covered in clove-scented mud. nothing beats that! but seriously!
alex does these crazily detailed summaries so i'll keep it to a bare minimum, especially as they're about to kick us out of this internet cafe...you'd find this interesting, dad, the computer keyboards are completely different. everything is in the wrong place and most of the lettering is rubbed off, so this is somewhat strenuous. in a good way.
we heard sufi's chanting. that was chill. i expected them to be all intense and completely freak out if any of our hair showed from under our headscarves. but no! they were, if anything, jovial. then there was this chicken in the middle we ate with our hands. but only our right hands. but its discrimination against lefties like me!
we ate at a fish place by the sea tonight. it was great, even though i'm usually not a fish person, partially because madame got all the bones out. she's my fave, but you know that. a great big seagull landed one on her backpack...
every morning you hear the call to prayer from the minaret of the local mosque. it's quite cool, albeit at about 5 o'clock. the guy who supposedly makes the call doesn't actually make the call; in fact, it's recorded over loudspeaker or projected or something. the guy's name is the 'muezzin.' we know all sorts of arabic words. gita, this crazy swedish lady, printed us out a packet. but she's cool. its all about your posture...
good times! i'll check in later, hopefully, and sorry to mom and pops that we haven't been in touch in a while. maybe you got the rambling message i left on the home answering machine?