Coming back to Morocco, I didn't know what to expect. I already have my friends and family here, and didn't know if it would be different or the same. It's different but not in the sense that Tangier has changed. The people are the same, the city is the same, and campus is the same (well except there are quite a few updates). Tangerinn was re-done and is now beautiful on the inside, and a few places have changed slightly, but it's a year later, so of course I could've expected updates.
However, I did notice that there is one thing that is very different this time around. I noticed this when I first heard the call to prayer go off during my first day back in Tangier. The loud echoes of the poems and prayers in strange syncopated beats was not an unfamiliar sound this time. What to me last year was so incredibly eerie and foreign, was instead comforting and soothing. It brought me back to the mindset of being Moroccan. It reminded me that here time is not important, that a day goes by as it likes and there's no proper schedule of events. It reminded me that people here are relaxed- I no longer have to stress day-to-day about finishing things on time, cramming a million meetings into one day, or scheduling time to hang out with friends. It reminded me what it's like to live for the sake of living, not living for the sake of someday having a career to make money to support a family and spiral into the traps of capitalism. With all these thoughts buzzing through my head, I realized what different this year is ME.
Coming back here I have noticed that I have changed. I know what to expect living here, but I also know that there is so much more to this culture that I haven't experienced. Being back in Morocco has allowed me to open my eyes up and embrace the culture even more than last year. I am more independent. I care about the experience of the students who are on this journey with me and would do anything to help them fall in love with Tangier like I did. I realized that, because of the roller coaster of an adventure I had last year, I matured. I can now observe, and understand how people are thinking. I can read people's body language and social cues like a book, and I understand who people are. I think that because of this change I am going to take so much more from this experience. I am going to continue to grow and reach for success. This success is going to start with my internship and the work i'm doing with doctors over here, and I couldn't be more excited. I'll have more updates later this week and hopefully even a picture of me in my white coat and scrubs :)
I look forward to sharing more stories about my travels to Rabat and this weekend Fez and Meknes!
xo, M
Monday, February 2, 2015
i'm coming home
Happy 2015 everyone!
It's now February 2nd and I have been back home for about a month. Back home? Yes, I mean back in Morocco. After fall semester back in Biddeford, I was asked to come back to UNE Tangier to be a resident advisor on our international campus. It was not as easy to figure out as it seems, but with 4 independent studies, one advanced course on campus and an ADV science internship, I made my way back to my second home.
Before I continue and explain what round 2 is like it's important to note that I was rather anxious about coming back. I was overjoyed by knowing that I was going to get to see my bestfriends, my brothers, again. However, I didn't know what to expect coming back for a second time. Would it be different being back with a new group? Would people here remember me? Would I still get to go out with this intense workload? It was overwhelming. But there was no turning back. My parents brought me to the Boston Logan Airport, and before I knew it I was going through customs alone for the first time. My flights were delayed, one plane had technical difficulties, but by the time I got to Madrid, Spain all my worries were gone. I met some interesting people in the airports, spoke various languages, and throughout the trip I began to realize that although it was my first time flying alone, i have enough experience to travel however I want.
Boarding the plane in Madrid was one of the most exhilarating times of my life. I was so overtired that my excitement was the only thing keeping me awake. I couldn't sleep on the flight to Morocco, because I was constantly looking out the window for the ocean- the one barrier between me and being home. I could finally see Tangier and I could no longer resist the intense emotions I had bottled inside of me. I could feel the flight attendants staring at me as i bounced in my seat, impatiently awaiting our arrival. I got off the plane and was one of the first ones in line at the passport check. I finally get up to the booth and greet the man dressed with a blank stare on my face. My goofy smile probably didn't match the fact that I was a young American girl traveling to Tangier, Morocco alone. I looked to my right and saw Oussama and I almost started crying. I waved like a fool and the passport control man understood, and quickly stamped my passport, no questions asked (way easier than last year!)
I ran to the luggage claim where my bestfriend waited for me. I ran and gave him a hug and was so incredibly happy. As we walked out through the luggage claim and went through the security check, I saw Mourad. Again I ran over and the excitement continued to flow through my veins. Giving Mourad a hug was the most nostalgic feeling, as it felt like just the day before I was saying bye to him. Carolyn soon ran over to us and gave me the most welcoming hug. I knew it was going to be a great semester.
I got back to campus and took a quick nap before going out with Oussama. He came and picked me up and we walked through the city, to Cinema Rif where we met Chakib. Oussama told Chakib to wait there as he had a birthday present for him, and when i surprised him I thought he too was going to cry. Abdel was inside and Ayman met us there shortly after. I finally had a tea- MY FIRST REAL MOROCCAN MINT TEA IN 8 MONTHS. There is no way to describe what it's like to miss something so much. We then went to Best Burger and bought the most Moroccan food possible- yes a Hot Dog. A moroccan hot dog with eggs and onions and cheese, with a bottle of Hawaii to wash it down.
The next few days consisted of getting campus ready with Carolyn and Mourad, and waiting for the new group of students to join us. We met the large group of students at the airport, and helped them settle into their rooms. Somehow, I managed to learn all their names within the first 2 hours. The next week was orientation week. We helped to show the students the city, giving them tours of the Medina, the Kasbah, and the streets around campus. We helped them get money and learn the conversion. Mourad, Carolyn and I all split up the group and took them out to see Tangier- surprisingly I remembered the streets of Tangier like the back of my hand. As soon as I started walking, it was as if I never left. I knew exactly how to get everywhere I needed to go.
What surprised me the most, was that the students immediately found a love for Tangier. This group is so open minded that they embraced the Moroccan way from the start. I was expecting various students to feel uncomfortable or maybe not adjust as well as the others, from my experience first semester. This is just another reminder to me that this is going to be a good semester.
It's now February 2nd and I have been back home for about a month. Back home? Yes, I mean back in Morocco. After fall semester back in Biddeford, I was asked to come back to UNE Tangier to be a resident advisor on our international campus. It was not as easy to figure out as it seems, but with 4 independent studies, one advanced course on campus and an ADV science internship, I made my way back to my second home.
Before I continue and explain what round 2 is like it's important to note that I was rather anxious about coming back. I was overjoyed by knowing that I was going to get to see my bestfriends, my brothers, again. However, I didn't know what to expect coming back for a second time. Would it be different being back with a new group? Would people here remember me? Would I still get to go out with this intense workload? It was overwhelming. But there was no turning back. My parents brought me to the Boston Logan Airport, and before I knew it I was going through customs alone for the first time. My flights were delayed, one plane had technical difficulties, but by the time I got to Madrid, Spain all my worries were gone. I met some interesting people in the airports, spoke various languages, and throughout the trip I began to realize that although it was my first time flying alone, i have enough experience to travel however I want.
Boarding the plane in Madrid was one of the most exhilarating times of my life. I was so overtired that my excitement was the only thing keeping me awake. I couldn't sleep on the flight to Morocco, because I was constantly looking out the window for the ocean- the one barrier between me and being home. I could finally see Tangier and I could no longer resist the intense emotions I had bottled inside of me. I could feel the flight attendants staring at me as i bounced in my seat, impatiently awaiting our arrival. I got off the plane and was one of the first ones in line at the passport check. I finally get up to the booth and greet the man dressed with a blank stare on my face. My goofy smile probably didn't match the fact that I was a young American girl traveling to Tangier, Morocco alone. I looked to my right and saw Oussama and I almost started crying. I waved like a fool and the passport control man understood, and quickly stamped my passport, no questions asked (way easier than last year!)
I ran to the luggage claim where my bestfriend waited for me. I ran and gave him a hug and was so incredibly happy. As we walked out through the luggage claim and went through the security check, I saw Mourad. Again I ran over and the excitement continued to flow through my veins. Giving Mourad a hug was the most nostalgic feeling, as it felt like just the day before I was saying bye to him. Carolyn soon ran over to us and gave me the most welcoming hug. I knew it was going to be a great semester.
I got back to campus and took a quick nap before going out with Oussama. He came and picked me up and we walked through the city, to Cinema Rif where we met Chakib. Oussama told Chakib to wait there as he had a birthday present for him, and when i surprised him I thought he too was going to cry. Abdel was inside and Ayman met us there shortly after. I finally had a tea- MY FIRST REAL MOROCCAN MINT TEA IN 8 MONTHS. There is no way to describe what it's like to miss something so much. We then went to Best Burger and bought the most Moroccan food possible- yes a Hot Dog. A moroccan hot dog with eggs and onions and cheese, with a bottle of Hawaii to wash it down.
The next few days consisted of getting campus ready with Carolyn and Mourad, and waiting for the new group of students to join us. We met the large group of students at the airport, and helped them settle into their rooms. Somehow, I managed to learn all their names within the first 2 hours. The next week was orientation week. We helped to show the students the city, giving them tours of the Medina, the Kasbah, and the streets around campus. We helped them get money and learn the conversion. Mourad, Carolyn and I all split up the group and took them out to see Tangier- surprisingly I remembered the streets of Tangier like the back of my hand. As soon as I started walking, it was as if I never left. I knew exactly how to get everywhere I needed to go.
What surprised me the most, was that the students immediately found a love for Tangier. This group is so open minded that they embraced the Moroccan way from the start. I was expecting various students to feel uncomfortable or maybe not adjust as well as the others, from my experience first semester. This is just another reminder to me that this is going to be a good semester.
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