7/7 Fat Bears

Crash course in clothing today; we spitballed through two posters full of names, before moving on to more verb vocab. Lunch was at the CCCL, Fadoua tells a group of us how to say bear in Fusha, which we mispronounce, accidently calling her fat in darhija. Thus we learned how to say fat bear: "Dab dob".

Our afternoon lecture on clothing (hence our crash course) was completely in Arabic today. That’s all I have to say about that. Though I do have a picture of me in a Fez, which apparently means upward social class or something like that, and in the Sahara they wear black clothes so they don’t have to wash as much. On a funny note, when Naomi put on the black cloak and black head scarf she looked just like Aunt Jemima.

Medical School stuff at the café again. Each day I seem to come, order tea and a millie fois, and scarf it while I work as long as my battery lasts. Paying for the food, however, the younger garcon (who made my change the third day), was playfully trying to get me to pay in Darhija (using proper numbers, etc.) A good sign of acceptance as a semi-regular.