In Peace Corps Morocco

Life moves slowly

Sorry for the absence. These past few weeks have been on the boring side due to school getting out and the students taking off for vacations or just wanting to stay at home and do nothing. I haven't had a lot to do except keep myself occupied and out of the heat.

Last week was my in-service training from Peace Corps and I got to spend a week with all my friends in a nice hotel in Rabat, Morocco's capitol city. It was surely a break from the ordinary and a chance to have some much needed fun with friends.

But now that my training is over I am just trying to get by until my vacation to the U.S of A! I've devoted my life to reading books, in a sort of escape effort, because I am truly ready for a vacation.

I've been spending a lot of time with my 15 year old Moroccan sister, Rababe this week. She is such a busy girl when school is in session but now that she is finished she has little more to do that I do. I watched her work so hard during the school months I am pleased to see her be a lazy bum now. She deserves it. I have enjoyed our little dates together where we go out for coffee or maybe just to run errands. We both don't like to go out alone, so with each other we both feel much stronger.

When I don't feel productive here I like to think of Rababe and I's relationship. As well as all the other positive relationships I have here. If that is all I leave in this small town as a legacy I will walk away happy. My job of furthering friendly relations between Morocco and the U.S.A. is getting done.

The other day Rababe and I sat together singing along to "Fireflies" by Owl City. She had memorized the whole song in three hours she said because she loved it so much. I loved the song before but now I love it even more because of the new meaning attached. I hope in years to come I can still remember that soft sweet voice sitting next to me singing "I'd like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly."

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