clean!

My first day back home in Rabat after our Southern Excursion. Hajja did laundry last night, so I was greeted by all my clothes hanging up in the central court. I’m still not sure how I feel about my undergarments on public display, though.

As the first step of Southern Excursion Detox I got up early and went for a run down by the Bouregreg. I timed it just right and hit breakfast about 30 seconds after I got home. And get this, our breakfast viewing was Aladdin. That’s right, the Disney favorite. Does anybody else think it’s weird that I was watching Aladdin with Moroccans? I wonder how they feel about the portrayal of an Arab kingdom as seen through the eyes of American children everywhere. It is like me watching what Bollywood thinks America is? Because Bollywood America always involves far too much midriff.

Soukaina and I went to the hammam, which is always fantastic. I will miss the hammam. Today we sat in the hottest room for 10 minutes and it was glorious: like a sauna but better because there was soap involved. I hope you don’t mind me talking all about my hammam experiences because I’m pretty sure it’s haram (forbidden) to do so if you’re a Moroccan. I’m not worried about H’shouma (shame, Moroccan-style) in this blog. If you’re reading my blog we’re probably had more awkward conversations.

It was such an extremely good hammam experience I was exhausted and took a nap when we got home. I got another Alone Tagine for lunch, which I inhaled without being told to “kuli, kuli”. I met up with some friends and walked around the nouvelle ville (the new part of the city outside the medina walls). I ran some important errands, including the acquisition of toothpaste (herby flavor) and toilet paper. The most popular toilet paper here is pink.

And here I am writing four-days worth of blog posts retroactively while wondering if there’s tea tonight. I sincerely hope so because I have the munchies something awful and lunch was at 4pm.

Is it juvenile of me to say I don’t want to go to class tomorrow?