6/10 “Obama? Obama!”

First lesson today – crash course in Darhija, the local dialect of Morocco. The classic waiter lesson, along with introductions, is completely in Arabic. Why is it in languages we only learn how to say “I’m doing fine!” when asked? We also have a lecture (thankfully in English) as to language in Morocco, both styles and dialects. Apparently, Morocco has three main dialects, Classic Arabic (untouchable, as it’s the language of the Koran), Darhija, and a Middle Moroccan dialect, which is a mix of the two, used by debaters in politics. Also we have a bus trip around the city, which is deceptively large and actually has a completely modernized side more towards the universities, which remind me of back home.

After returning we show the group where the internet café is, and stay until they close. Kicked out of the café on our first day, not bad. Apparently, one of the group members was cordially welcomed into the country because she was an Obama fan. Whitney, she reminds me of Kim from my MCAT prep class. Already, I find myself walking like a Moroccan dodging cars and not waiting for street signs – it's funny what reminds you of home.