Jan 29, 2006
May 08, 2006
Well I ended up with a few fans in Chefchaouen, who very kindly offered to help me carry my things to the bus station. But being my regular, stubborn self, I insisted on going on my own. You can imagine how much I regretted this when I got there and all the signs and information was in Arabic. Anyway I must have looked lost, because before I knew it I was on a bus for Meknes, which is not where I was going, with an old Morrocan couple who insisted I was coming with them. SOOOOOOO here I am in Meknes, and I have been adopted into a Moroccan family, which means a houseful of fifteen people. They are insisting that I stay and are trying to teach me everything Moroccan, including Arabicd, how to make couscous, etc etc. Today we went to the police station so I could be registered as a Moroccan guest, and later, when we were walking downtown my new brother, Adil, gave a man a good talking to when he tried to yell something at me in the street. Lifes a pretty sweet fruit.