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Peace Corps Morocco: Episode Six
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My New Apartment
100 Days Into My Peace Corps Experience
100 Days In
100 Days Down. 700 to go. The past week has changed everything for me. It started with Spring Camp. That gave me the first experience of interacting with kids in Bhalil. Once camp concluded, I got to work on some of the most important aspects of my time here. First, getting a house of my own. As of yesterday, I have the key to my very own beautiful apartment. I will be spending the week ahead furnishing it and moving in. Secondly, I am filling my schedule with classes. I already have three English Classes scheduled in the week ahead. I am likely to get a couple more over the next couple days. Most of them will be reoccurring. This will be the core of my service. All of my projects will branch out from the kids that I teach.
Starting to be successful is changing a lot. There have also be recent changes back in America. It has all brought me to a strange understanding. I now know what I am doing in Morocco. I now know the full extent of the sacrifice I made by leaving America. The combination is strange. On the up side, my feet are planted firmly in Morocco and my service will benefit from that. On the down side, there is no going back to the way things used to be. I knew Peace Corps would change my life. But what surprises me is how it changed me.
The emotional roller coaster that was 100 days of homestay is over. It made me realize how many emotions can be active at the same time. There was one point when I almost exhausted my vocabulary for emotions and honestly felt all of them simultaneously. It is exhausting. However, considering I was an anxious wreck only six months ago, this is a great change for me.
The other aspect is Love. I have come to realize the true meaning of love here. In all forms. I have never truly understood how much I love my family…because I have never had to miss them this much. It is a great thing to realize. The same happens for friends. I coming to realize who I was close to because they were around…and who is honestly a good friend (and how I can be a better friend). As for romantic love, that is a whole other can of worms.
I am ready for the second 100 days. I know that I do not know what they hold. That is clear. I barely understand what tomorrow holds. But that is part of the beauty of Morocco and Peace Corps. You never know what is going to happen…but is usually turns out for the best.
Like being ushered into a random house and given cake, peanuts, and tea.
Morocco is awesome.
Cultural Misunderstandings & Moroccan Integration
English: Extension of Moroccan Arabic (Darija). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I need to talk about yesterday. Out of nowhere, yesterday became my biggest step forward with regards to integration. At the same time, I made a mistake that will likely come back to bite me. All in all, the day was busy and worthwhile. I went to sleep unsure of how to interpret everything…but that is happening more and more here in Morocco.
The day started normal. I woke up late. I walked around town. I read at the park. That part of my routine is set. It’s perfect for what I want to accomplish here. I need to integrate, so walking around daily is a must. I meet at least one new person a day. The reading in the park is something that came out of nowhere. After being told that “I’ve never seen a person in Bhalil read in public,” I decided to do it every day.
When I got back, my family whisked me off to lunch at my mother’s parents’ house. I’m starting to get to know everyone in the family. More importantly, my Host Uncle has taken a liking to me. He tries harder to communicate with me than anyone I have met here in Morocco. After lunch, he took me to his barbershop. At first, I thought I was going to be forced to get my hair cut.
Turns out I was wrong. The barbershop is kind of a local hangout. A dozen people came and went throughout my three hours there. I met several friends of the family. We had conversations about language, indoor heating, money, and clean energy. It was fantastic. Later, the English teacher at the local high school dropped by. We had a long conversation and suddenly I have another counterpart in my work here. Those three hours at the barbershop integrated me as much as a week’s worth of walking around town.
I headed back to my family’s house. As we ate, the conversations somehow turned to how long I’m spending in Morocco (two years). That quickly turned into whether or not I would marry while in Morocco. This isn’t the first time a conversation has started about me being single. Back in Bouderham, it was an ongoing joke between the postman and I. So when the topic came up, I gave an overenthusiastic, “No, no, no, no.”
This is the first time the subject came up with my host family. They were confused why I was so adamant. It’s not that I’m adamant against it…it’s more that I can’t see it. Back in America, I really wanted to have a house and a good job and be more like 30 when I started a family. If my ideals play into it—religion, writing, etc..—I just don’t see marriage anywhere in the picture during my two years here.
Problem: How do you translate that into a language you’ve been studying for two months?
I missed my opportunity to explain myself. Instead, my host mother asked me if there was a girl back home. I said no. My mother decided my “no” was a little sheepish and interrupted it as a “YES I DO!” Before I could do anything about it, the conversation flew by me. I was only asked one more question, “Is she still studying at University in America?” Unsure of what else to say, I just said yes.
So my host family things I’m halfway to engaged. This being on the heels of me suddenly feeling single again. I want to set the record straight with my family…but bringing it up would be inappropriate. The best I can do is set the record straight if they bring the subject again. But what am I supposed to say?
Back in America I would explain it eloquently, “We never officially dated, but we were defiantly together. We never officially broke up, but we are definitely not together anymore.” In Darija, I will inevitably sound like a bubbling idiot. I live in a culture where dating is considered inappropriate. I quickly discovered that it’s not as much of a big deal as I was led to believe. Still, it is quite a strange situation.
Every day here is unexpected.
I love that.
But it’s exhausting.
Making a Life-Long Project Better
I’ve been doing the Everyday Project for six and a half years now. I knew joining the Peace Corps would add a unique spice to my project. Two years of projects with weird landscaped and veiled women in the background? I loved the idea. It will make my project stand out. When I started getting used to being here in Morocco, however, I realized there was another advantage to being in the Peace Corps. Time.
There is a lot to do in the Peace Corps. I spend a lot of time hanging out with my Host Family, eating, and teaching kids. But, inevitably, there is a lot of free time. I knew this would happen. As a result, I made a nice long list of personal goals I wanted to accomplish during my 27 months here. Most of them were writing goals. But there were a few random ones. Genealogy was one. Another, however, involved my Everyday Project.
I’ve seen a couple projects that aligned the eyes in their pictures. They are some of my favorite projects. If you can find a way to align the eyes of the pictures, you can go as fast or as slow as you want. For me—without aligned eyes—I dare not go faster than ten pictures per second. Even at that rate, my face bounces around enough that it is slightly disorienting. So I put it on my list: Align the eyes in my Everyday Project.
I knew it was an ambitious project from the get-go. To start, I wasn’t sure how to do it. I tried several different projects over a week in February. Finally, I realized the best way to do it was with the Ruler option in Powerpoint. I did three months that week. Later I realized I was making the pictures too large. I started again. It takes about half an hour to do a month—a little less than a minute per picture. I’ve been doing this for six and half years. That’s about 2,200 pictures. Like I said…it’s an ambitious project.
When I started working, I thought it would be a rather monotonous project. It is, at times. But, more and more, I find that that is not the case. I see my face and realize things. I have a slight tilt to my head. My eyes look better in the sunlight than in the faux light of the indoors. I can see when I had been crying—eyes still red. I can tell when I just got out of the hot tub—hair still wet.
More importantly, I look to the background. This is the part that brings back memeories. I like it when I am not home in the pictures. It’s great to try to figure out where I was…and why? Who was I dating at that point? How long till we break up? Who was I hanging out with? What did we do? These pictures hold my life in their pixels. I’m loving this “monotonous” part of this fantastic project.
Here’s a quick look at what I am doing. I am currently 300 pictures in. If you are looking to start your own project (which I strongest suggest you do) or need any advice on aligning eyes, feel free to contact me. I love spreading this project.
A Feeling I Cannot Shake
Something is off. I’m doing well in my Final Site. This is something else. Not the strangeness of the place, the people, or the food. This has to do with home. I know most people would simply call it homesickness. But that sounds to simple to me. This is more. To be honest…even if I Early Terminated right now and went back “home” to Colorado, I would have this feeling. It’s an intense detachment. I’m seeing all my connections fade. I should have know this was inevitable…but was there even a way to accept it before? I don’t believe so.
I don’t talk with friends back home very often. When i do, I either feel a pang in my stomach or can’t find much to talk about. The same, strange enough, is happening with my family. Our conversations feel shorter. Through no fault of anyone, all of the relationship’s I’ve built up for 23 years are fading. I guess that is what happens when you are an ocean and and continent away. It’s a pailful experience I didn’t notice it until my kinda-relationship back home was put on hold. This was also expected…but that doesn’t make it any easier.
I find myself relying on the support structure that I’ve built over the last ten weeks with other Peace Corps Volunteers. Given, it is a strong support system. I have no fear of going without advice and help. It’s the transition of going from my usual support system to something entirely different that is getting at me. I have these people who I regarded as immovable pillars in my life back home. To know that I can not rely on the pillars in strange…and awkward. I miss my friends. I miss my family. I miss my special someone. I will always love them. 24 months and counting…
A poem I wrote today:
Hiding or Fitting In?
It’s been a while since I’ve updated. The end of Peace Corps training is rather intense. The studying mixes with the goodbye. The goodbyes mix with finding out where you are going to spend the next two years of your life. Anticipation mixes with anxiety. Anxiety mixes with insanity. Because every time I find myself realizing that I’m in Africa…I think to myself, “This is insane.” Whether I’m frustrated or genuinely enjoying myself, being a part of Peace Corps is crazy.
I’ve been in my final site for 36 hours. It’s already been more than I could ever have anticipated. As I walked toward my Host Family’s house, a random man started walking with me. His English was pretty good so we started talking. It took less than a minute before he asked me if I was Muslim. I stumbled. I knew this question was coming. So few people in my training site knew English that I never had to deal with the question. Suddenly I was dealing with it. I said no, which brought up the inevitable follow-up question: “Are you Christian.” Unsure of how to respond, I said, “Yes. In America.”
It was my first act of hiding myself. Many of my encounters involves simply not talking about certain aspects of myself that wouldn’t be culturally appropriate—like a dating life. But this is different. I will get this question a lot. I have been advised by Peace Corps Volunteers to simple state that I am Christian. Although I’ve been Agnostic all my life, now I have to hide it in a way that I’ve never had to in America. Sure, it wasn’t always something openly accepted in America….but I never felt like I had to hide it. Now I’m not entirely sure.
After by encounter with the stranger, I stopped at a park and tried to figure out the map I’d been given. A few minutes later, my nine year old host brother found me and brought me back to my house. It’s quite a nice house. The older brother speaks English. The mother is an amazing cook. The father is a Headmaster at a private primary school. All this in a beautiful mountainside town.
I spent yesterday exploring Bhalil. I found the place that I’ll be teaching English. I explored random road and forced myself to get lost. In a town of 15,000 or so, I feel the need to explore every side road—it shouldn’t be too hard. The town is amazing and I’ve already had plenty of random coversations with strangers—in broken English and broken Moroccan Arabic.
Conversation Recap:
Stranger: What is your name.
Me: My name is Rachid. What is your name?
Stranger: My name is yours.
Me: Your name is Rachid?
Stranger: No. My name is Isyers.
Me: Oooooo
I’ve been in country for 75 days. I’m already starting to feel comfortable in my own skin here. A lot has changed on the homefront. I’m having a hard time staying in contact with my friends. Relationships are changing with those I felt closest too. It’s all a very complicated process. I don’t that will change. With time, however, I’ll feel like 800 days is doable. Right now, 2015 feels like a long way off. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. I’m doing my best to turn it into a good thing.
Day 56 in Peace Corp Morocco: The End of Training
I am 7% done with my Peace Corps adventure. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to understand time here in Morocco. It’s only been eight weeks since I left the States. It feels like it’s been a year. The thing is, my time here feels like it is flying by. It just doesn’t make any sense. To add more to the confusion, everyone back home is now an hour closer to me since Morocco doesn’t do Daylight Saving Time. We found this out by trying to explain to our Language and Cultural Facilitator what DST is. We confused her and came away with the understanding that there is no DST in Morocco.
Sorry for the sabbatical. Studying is intense in the first few months of Peace Corps. The thing is, it works. I’m holding full conversations with my host family now. I’m sure it’ll be easier to keep updating once I get to my final site. Below is my first full piece of writing while in Morocco. I am still doing a lot of writing–just not anything I can put on here. I write in my journal on a daily basis. I’m also doing well on the script I started a few weeks back. It’ll be a long process, but it is definitely coming together.
Here’s my full Peace Corps Update:
on Writing in the Peace Corps
As the weeks pass, I feel that I may be among the lucky volunteers here in Morocco. We have all be told a dozen times that we will have long stretches of down time. This isn’t a Peace Corps thing. It is a cultural thing. Our job is to work with kids. When it’s raining all winter or approaching 130 all summer, it is inevitable that whole communities forgo activities for extended amount of times. Many of the volunteers that I have met fear this. I understand their fear, but don’t share it. There is an incredible feeling of purpose that comes with being busy. To complement that, however, there is an incredible feeling of uselessness that comes with not having much to do.
I’ve experienced the uselessness before. For me, however, I have an inexhaustible hobby that can take up hours or fit into the small crevasses of free time. Currently, during training, my writing has fallen into the latter category considering learning a new language (and culture) comes first. I’m well aware that this will change. When the activity level dies down and I am sworn in as a volunteer, there will be days where it’s obvious not much can be done. For that, I am thankful for my hobby. I have five writing outlets in place at this moment. First, I write in my diary everyday. Secondly, I write a letter several times a week. Those are the two that I currently fit into the small moments of free time. Thirdly, I have this blog. Fourth is a script I’ve been hoping to write (This will be a long term goal that will probably take off in the heat of the Summer). Lastly, I have a short story I desperately want to write (even though it’s still in the theoretical stage).
With all these outlets, I am not afraid of the free time that comes with two years of service. Writing is my way of untangling the thoughts in my head. The more I write while in Morocco, the more I’ll understand about the people and the culture I encounter. I’ll already spend two weeks realizing that the construction of a culture in sci-fi novels is one of the most fascinating and exciting elements of pre-writing….just because I’ve landed myself in a new culture. I love the realizations that being in Africa are giving me. They will make me a stronger volunteer and a stronger writer.
Today’s short story comes from my teenage love for zombies. After seeing “Land of the Dead,” I was fascinated with the differences between all the zombies movies. I wanted to give another take on the zombie story. This story came out as a set of diary entries. It is quite short. Enjoy.
Richard T. Reilly 