The hatred of the dot g.

I am going to title this blog post, “the hatred of the dot g” because of my difficulty mastering this Tashlheet sound. There are 4 main languages spoken in Morocco: French, Moroccan Arabic, or Dareeja, Tashlheet and Tamazirt. I am learning one of the native Berber langauages, Tashlheet and I am having a really hard time with this one sound in particular. I am not sure why my mouth will just not make this sound, no matter how hard I try.

Alright well enough wineing already, I am loving Morocco. I have learned more in the past few weeks than I have learned from August until February.

On Friday, I came to the realization I had missed St. Patrick's Day. I CANNOT BELIEVE I MISSED IT. I have been quite a celebrator of the holiday in previous years and it passed right by, without me even knowing it. Wow.

This got me to start thinking about life and how much stuff changes over time. This time last year we had established a rooftop spot at Big 12, pretty early in the day to celebrate this great holiday with green beer and sunshine. We managed to have enough fun to last through the day and night, and this year I spent it in a small village in Morocco learning Tashlheet and eating moroccan food, booze free of course.

Life changes a lot in the years but its quite a nice change. I have made some great new friends who feel like they have been my friends for a long time and I feel very ready for learning about my sight. I am also taking reservations for visitors, so mark your calendars I am open from August 2010 until Jan 2012!

I am back in the main hub city for one night of relaxation, rest and internet before going back to site for a couple of days. Today has been some welcome relief for sure from the stresses of life!


My family and my cousin, Zarha.


My adorable family.


Our posh cab, aka there were only 3 in the backseat. Sammy, Dave and I.