thoughts before the village stay

Yesterday was one of the rare memorable Arabic classes. Before break we were learning parts of the body and Fatima Zahra (our teacher) told us to sing the “head, shoulders, knees, and toes” song. Now, I can do it in English, and I can do it in French, but I cannot do it in Arabic. I think we massacred the poor children’s song. Fatima Zahra told us to go on our break pretty quick after that.

St. Patrick’s Day has passed. Some students went out for expensive beers to celebrate. Only a few people remembered to wear green. The day was probably as exciting as this paragraph is creatively-written, which is to say, NOT.

I bought two disposable cameras in preparation for our village stay, as the one my father shipped has not yet arrived. We’re all pretty excited for the village stay that starts tomorrow. In fact, I am so excited, I will go to bed soon. The last time I will see a bed for a week.

And, for the record, I am not uninspired while writing this, I am just extremely tired. Several of us went to the hammam today, which tires you out by sucking all the moisture from your body. Afterwards we walked all the way to Marjane (a Wal-Mart type establishment) and all the way back. Don’t worry, Diana’s host-brother was with us, so we were safe and stuff.

Goodbye computer and internet! Goodbye bed! See you next Friday!