I have many names- some people know me as Rainbow, some people know me as Michelle or Mitch or Rahama. My extra names reflect different times of my life- my time as an outdoor educator, and my time in Morocco.
Now I'm in Cambodia living life as an ex-pat and teacher.
All opinions expressed here are my own.
Sorry dear internets that I have been so absent as of late.
I’ve been out and about (read out of my home site) for a while. First there was
the Training of Trainers for those of us lucky PCV’s who were going to be
coordinating spring camps here ( I was a coordinator). That was up north in the
wonderful city of Mohammedia. After the training I only had a few days until I
had to be at my spring camp so me and a few other volunteers took time in
Casablanca and took a little hiatus from Morocco and went to the Morocco Mall.
The Morocco Mall was a trip- it felt like any other mall I’ve ever been too,
but almost in a way where it was trying harder then any other mall. There was a
two-story fish tank and a huge food court where I got to indulge in Starbucks,
sushi, and tofu fries. I also got some really great new clothes, a couple of
cardigans and 2 new shirts, getting new clothes is always fun and also a way to
feel “more normal”. It was also nice to eat some food I don’t really know how
to make myself. (I also love sushi so so much, and tofu! I miss tofu so much).
The Morocco Mall was a nice sejour, but it was also really nice to return back
to Morocco.
sushi and starbucks... YUM! i put my vanilla latte in my hands and just smelled it for a while. it was wonderful
the big fish tank in the Morocco mall- it's two stories high!
Hassan II mosque in Casablanca
In front of a big door at Hassan II mosque
vegetables being poured out for a daily souk in casa
After the Morocco Mall I headed to the ‘green city’of
Benslimane to work at spring camp. Spring camp here is a week long excitement
where us PCV’s are responsible for English classes as well as what is called
“clubs”. Not all camps are created equal some PCV’s were responsible only for
English classes, some volunteers were responsible for every moment of programming
every single day. I felt really privileged because I had a great Moroccan
staff, and a really energetic PCV helping me along the way. The kids were rough
the second week around but I gave them a strict talking to on the second day in
and things got a little bit better.
the girls from the first week dressed up for the moroccan wedding
me and my fellow PCV with the "happy couple"
creepy zoo/amusement park we went to the second week
a snapshot of the camp schedule.
Spring camp was hard in a lot of ways but a huge part of it
was that I was out of site for so long. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not
a picky eater, but week three into not eating my own food is rough sauce. Don’t
get me wrong the food at my camp was great, however, not the way I prefer to
eat (for example, I like my spaghetti with sauce, and the sauce not to have
meat balls in it, or I prefer a sandwich with more then lettuce and tomato on
it). Camp was pretty exciting though. There was a lot of singing, dancing
extremely loud music and even a fake Moroccan wedding! By the end of week two I
was tired, burned out and absolutely ready to go home.
After being away for so long it’s been kind of hard to get
the momentum up for my classes. I’ve been having a lot of difficulty with
attendance which, since the end of April has dwindled down to more or less
nothing. The kids are getting ready for the baccalaureate tests (like a way
more awful SAT’s) and end of the year exams so they’re way more worried about
spending as much time as they can studying and not attending my supplemental
English classes. The Netti/woman’s center where I try to go during the
afternoon is also winding down, I’ve heard rumor that they’re going to be
closed once school is over so slowly but surely the places where I interact
with people are getting smaller and less frequent. Peace Corps knows that work
more or less disappears come summer time, so they have activities such as SOS
camps (for orphan villages) and summer camp programs that happen in coastal
cities. I’m looking forward to maybe doing some work somewhere else, but I’m
also planning a vacation home to America for my friends Tina and Jon’s wedding,
so I don’t want to be caught in a position where I would be out of my community
for over a month.
If life was exciting and fast paced before (which it really
wasn’t) things definitely aren’t now. At the end of the slow hot summer I will
emerge one year into leaving America, and that is crazy. As I’ve talked about before
Morocco/Peace Corps time is a lot like Camp time, a day can be eternally long
and be gone in a blink simultaneously. It’s a little disorienting sometimes,
but helpful in others. I’ve already started experiencing the famous Moroccan
heat, it held at 95 degrees all last week, I’ve been telling people that “it
never gets this hot where I’m from, and it’s only May!” they laugh and I can
see in their eyes that they pity me, because after a lifetime of summers in New
England I do not have the history, adaptation or experience to deal with the
summer that is about to explode it’s hot breath into my life.
Another challenge for my current life/lifestyle is the fact
that for reasons I’m not entirely clear of the water in my town is off more or
less most of the time. I have a few theories. 1) if you leave the water in the
pipes, soon it will be so hot that the water will just start to evaporate. I
made sun tea the other day and after a day in the sun the glass was too hot to
handle without a towel and the water was steaming hot. 2) the government in my
town isn’t consistent about paying neighboring towns to encourage consistent
water supply 3) conservation. I don’t really know I’m assuming that as with all things the lack of water is a
combination of many factors. I’ve bought enough water bottles and water jug to
make it around 2.5 days before things get real. (Also after 2.5 days I will
still not have showered so that’s another hitch in the giddy-up). Whenever the
water is on I’m diligent about refilling the 6 litre bottles I leave in my
fridge and the 4 5L bottles and water jug I have nestled in the corner. I’m
hoping to use this as a learning opportunity as to how much water I really need
to survive, and how much water you really need to perform certain tasks. I’m a
terrible person and I’m definitely the kind of dish washer that just leaves the
water running the whole time, that life, my dear friends, is no more.
The longer I live alone the more I love it. This month
alone, even with the decline of good-looking vegetables I have started getting
more creative in the kitchen. I made my first Moroccan style Tagine with some
potatoes and beans and carrots. I made my own lemonade, and watermelon-cucumber
juice and then combined the two into ice-pops for one of the unbearable days I
will see in my future (there isn’t such a thing as ice cream in my town). I
also have started making my own salad dressing (I’ve gotten good a spicy garlic mustard vinaigrette that I
love to put over beets and bean salads). I also made my crowning
achievemens-was vermicelli noodles, braised collard greens with garlic covered
with a thai style peanut sauce- kids I’m in love. As long as I can get greens
or peanuts this dish is going to become a regular in my kitchen. I gave a
session to the new group of trainees this week about emotional health and one
of the coping mechanisms I encouraged them to try out was cooking, I’m going to
take my own advice to heart and even though it will be so hot I wont want to do
much of cooking or eating, I’m going to try my best to discover fun summer
dishes that will keep me healthy and satisfied. I will also be inheriting an
electric oven this week which I am thrilled about! So get ready to see some
quiche’s and home baked bread in my future.
This update is way long overdue and I apologize. I avoided updating because I wasn’t feeling
100% like I said in my last post the combination of my foot getting fractured,
my 26th bday, 6 months in site then spring camp made for a blended
up cocktail of not-ideal emotions. I try to avoid projecting my negativity out
and about, and I felt that sentiment also applied to a string of complaints on
my blog. Also because I took so long this blog entry was kind of hard to write.
You know when you finally get to
talk to someone on the phone after a long while and you realize you have no
idea what to update them on because so much stuff has passed, but now it seems
like a trivial and distant memory, then you end up just sitting there with
nothing to say. That’s kind of how
I feel about this blog post, even though I managed to get it to be 3 pages long
in my word document.
I will also put it out there, dear readers that for a good
part of the summer I’m going to be minimizing my internet consumption. The service
in my site was shoddy at best, and now the company I was using is charging by
bandwith and not by time, which made an already shitty investment an even
shittier one. I realize for my emotional health I can’t spend my days looking
at people posting about their summers (read I can’t emotionally handle watching
people update about camp and me not being there) so instead of torturing myself
I’m going to only use internet once or twice a week at the cyber café’s. I’m going
to try and update my blog regularly but as a result I will not be available for
skype regularly, so if you want to do that you should call my Moroccan cell
phone with a skype subscription or email me a week ahead to set up a skype
date. I’m hoping this summer will be an opportunity to read more books, work on
more crafts and do some solid cooking and not a time to wallow in self-pity and
longing for my friends and campers enjoying the cool breezes off of the
waterfront. Enjoy the pictures as well as the link to my peace corps cribs
video that gives you all a virtual tour of my home.
my x-ray of my foot! my first broken bone ever
a compilation of some of the rides at the weird zoo we went to on our field trip at camp
i think it says in arabic to watch out because they'll bite off you're fingers ;)
the moroccan flag
on our way to spring camp training our bus broke down!
the week before spring camp my orange tree bloomed. it smelled so nice! then i had to leave by the time i got back all the flowers had died.
My peace corps cribs video!
Monday, May 7, 2012
Hello internet world. At this point I bet most of you have stopped readin my blog bc I update it so inconsistently. In my defense this month was not really my fault. For more or less the whole month of April I was out I'd my home site doing a training and then spring camp. Spring camp was a lot of work and didn't provide a lot of time for internets. Then when I finally got home m Internet provider the evil maroc telecom wasn't working and noe they're charging not by minutes but by bandwidth. This change takes something that already felt like an enormous waste of money and made it even more so. I'm going to start frequent ting the cyber more and I also might look inti the possibility of getting dsl but I'm not holding my breath on that one.
Also I decided not to update my blog for awhile because I hit a slump starting at around the second week of march that I'm still working on getting out of. The slump was a compounding of a series of events. First I hurt my foot which sucked then my 6 month mark in country and my 26th birthday fell more or less on the same day. Talk about a whirlwind of looking bak in your life and wondering what exactly you've accomplished this far. Them after that was spring camp. As most of you know I love being involved in something that is organized and has great channels o communication... Spring camp was not that. So jumping into a void that I felt wholly unprepared for didn't help either. Hamdullah ( lucky for me) my camp ended up working out really great. The kids were rough sauce especially the second week but I had a great Moroccan staff, better food then I had anticipated and a beautiful location. I survived. That's all that matters
It's getting to be hot here already. It hit 85 inside my house at the beginning of last week. I keep telling people that it doesn't get this nice (80s during the day 70s at night) until July or august in Maine. They laugh at me my host family has told me I'm going to die when it gets hotter. I would be lying to you if I said I wasn't nervous about this new relationship I will be having with heat.
Anyways. Now that I'm back in site I'm just trying to continue teaching ( which is a challenge bc al the kids want to study for their tests so attendance is waaaaay down). So yeah. After being so long away it's all about finding a new routine as well as trying to stay off my foot for the time being.
That's going to be my update for now. Maybe I'll get online again later this week and go more in depth. Thanks interwebs for all that you do. Also I apologize for the mistakes and mis-sprllings I typed this on my iPhone and I'm too lazy to go through and spell check.