Saturday, April 30, 2011

Mom in Morocco

I had my first visitor here in Morocco. My mom. As I am sure many of you are already aware. It was an interesting experience having a visitor. I was able to hear another persons’ perceptions of my situation.

During her visit we were busy but were still left with plenty of time to relax and enjoy each others company.

We ate and spent time with my Moroccan family, spend time with my Moroccan friends, visited my workplace, visited Marrakesh, Casablanca, the countryside, and met seven of my Peace Corps friends.

In Marrakesh, one of Morocco’s most sought after tourist destinations, we shopped, ate ice cream, visited world heritage sites, and most of all took in all the sights, sounds, and smells of another culture. 

Having been to Marrakesh a number of times before I did my best to be a patient tour guide to a newcomer. The constant zipping of the mopeds in the tight labyrinth of the old medina proved to be a nerve-wracking experience for mom. As well as the snake charmers and monkey handlers.

We left Marrakesh in one piece and a week later we were in Casablanca. We met up with my friend Ryan and his also visiting father, Ray. Together we saw Hassan II mosque, the old city, and ate lunch at the famous Rick’s American CafĂ©.

I got lots of compliments from mom about my language skills and strength. It actually proved to me just how long I’ve been in Morocco and how the abnormal has become normal. Things that got to her didn’t even phase me.

It was interesting to see Morocco through her eyes. It made me realize just how adjusted I am to this culture. Having someone from my American life see me here made me feel even stronger. It’s also nice to have someone from America share this experience with me.