Wow, I'm at IST (or In-Service Training), which means I've been in country for 9 months or been a volunteer for 6 months. I can't believe that 9 months ago I was in America, drinking iced coffees, wearing tank tops, and eating bacon whenever I pleased.
I'm so so very happy that instead of Marrakech, where IST was supposed to be held, we were moved to MeHdia. Mehdia is a tiny little beach town which is faaaaantastic. I sit in meetings all day and then go to the beach to go body surfing. Oh life, how I adore you right now. Actually, I pretty much always adore life because I'm in Peace Corps which means I'm accomplishing a bunch of life goals. Now I just need to figure out what my next life goals are. (haha, oh life goals. Well this is why I'm in Peace Corps....I know it's only 6 months into service, but it's never to early to start negotiating and navigating the other side...)
Anywho, I had quite the enjoyable time getting here to Mehdia. So I spent the night in Marrakech two nights ago with a bunch of lovely volunteers and then had the pleasure of their company on the train the next day. Everything was fine on the train. It wasn't even hot! Hamdullah! THEN, tragedy struck and rocks were hit and some cylinder broke on the train. And then we waited for an hour outside of Casa. Then, once in Casa, we waited for another hour. Then once outside of Casa, we waited for ANOTHER hour. WHY?? If we had been on the train for truly 8 hours in any normal time, we could have made it to Fes instead of just Kenitra....*sigh* Ah well, hadi l' hy'att (That's life) or rather, this is the Moroccan life of mashi mushkil (no problem). It's almost dinner time so I gotta run. Ciao! Bslama!
I'm so so very happy that instead of Marrakech, where IST was supposed to be held, we were moved to MeHdia. Mehdia is a tiny little beach town which is faaaaantastic. I sit in meetings all day and then go to the beach to go body surfing. Oh life, how I adore you right now. Actually, I pretty much always adore life because I'm in Peace Corps which means I'm accomplishing a bunch of life goals. Now I just need to figure out what my next life goals are. (haha, oh life goals. Well this is why I'm in Peace Corps....I know it's only 6 months into service, but it's never to early to start negotiating and navigating the other side...)
Anywho, I had quite the enjoyable time getting here to Mehdia. So I spent the night in Marrakech two nights ago with a bunch of lovely volunteers and then had the pleasure of their company on the train the next day. Everything was fine on the train. It wasn't even hot! Hamdullah! THEN, tragedy struck and rocks were hit and some cylinder broke on the train. And then we waited for an hour outside of Casa. Then, once in Casa, we waited for another hour. Then once outside of Casa, we waited for ANOTHER hour. WHY?? If we had been on the train for truly 8 hours in any normal time, we could have made it to Fes instead of just Kenitra....*sigh* Ah well, hadi l' hy'att (That's life) or rather, this is the Moroccan life of mashi mushkil (no problem). It's almost dinner time so I gotta run. Ciao! Bslama!
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