Daily Life; 'Tsara' which means to walk around in Arabic

Man posing with Saida after cutting herbs

Typical job cutting herbs from a field

Here I am with flowers again

Outdoor bread oven, made of clay

Beautiful carpet in process

Yarn for carpet making

Local woman filling cache with water

Me and Saida

First meal cooked on my own, omelet and zucchini

Man sitting

Beautiful garden

I love children

Still settling in, making a decent home for myself while getting out and about in the community, my work hasn't begun yet. Part of the challenge is to asses this community to find out what it needs. I have been dedicated in telling people what I think about the harmful effects of burning plastic and picking up trash. Though not having a clear vision of what my work entails entirely, I continue to get myself out in the village in hopes that ideas will originate by talking with others, I make myself do this even when I don't feel like it. The Moroccan people continue to amaze me in that they are so warming and hospitable. I am fortunate in having the opportunity the see cultural and interesting things each day, such as carpet weaving, learning about outdoor ovens and cooking, participating in traditional Moroccan weddings, playing with children, looking at flowers and observing Moroccan's in their daily lives. They don't seem to mind that I spend a day with them and when it's time, they don't want me to go. A week here can consist of so many different things. As I am slowly trying to furnish my apartment, I purchased a small fridge for my place yesterday where I traveled 2 towns to get it and 3 taxis back home while it sat in the trunk of each one. Trying to communicate that I am not a tourist with limited language skills is always challenging, but somehow I manage to find at least someone who is willing to help. In fact, a nice lady helped me get a cab from the Marjone store, she actually went with me to the main cab station with my fridge just to make sure I would make it back home safe. Today on my morning walk, I was invited in for coffee and bread with oil while I played with children and looked at a beautiful garden. A man on his motor bike got off to show me how to cut herbs from the field. Daily routines happen while I sit and observe. I am learning that the things that were important to me back home are important to me here and I can find ways to create an enjoyable experience.