Whether you like it or not, globally your utility can be determined by what language (or languages) you speak. There is a silent hierarchy, and one that is not altogether fair. In a previous post, I discuss the language schizophrenia I have observed in Morocco. In short, Moroccans face a mild day-to-day identity crisis in … Continue reading Language Heirarchy: Another Lazy American Move
Tag: An American in Morocco
Having been in Morocco for over two months now, I've been able to do some reflecting about my experience so far. These past weeks have been both a challenge and a true reaffirmation of who I am and what I can take. I, along with my peers, have formed a love-hate (although majority love) relationship … Continue reading Do Morocco, Do Anything
Ready to drop all shame? No point in being modest at the hammam, or Turkish-style public bath house, where all from young to old, rich to poor, bathe together, and let it all hang lose. In public. Thats right, all. While Western-style showers are becoming more common and available in Moroccan homes, the traditional way … Continue reading My First Trip to the Public Bath House
Morocco, as you may have guessed it, hosts quite a different culture than that of the US, or any other place I have been. While I've only been here just over a week, I thought I'd share some of the immediate (and more laughable) culture shocks. The Call To Prayer. Also known as Adhan, the … Continue reading An American In Morocco: Funny Cultural Adjustments
