what have we done?
looked at lady this pre-morning and said “what have we done?” we broke out laughing.
think we went off the edge of the earth to dust central in bug city. it’s said adversity teaches us, improves our soul. if so, we’ll be learning a lot here, contributing much to our inner growth. most of the world deals with bad housing, bad water, bad food, dirt, bugs - and people shooting at each other. at least no one’s shooting here.
we’re facing 7 weeks of little laundry, little personal hygiene, little eating, much dust, many bugs, hot outside but chilled within these tiled rooms. hope we don’t smell too much to get on the plane to leave morocco. probably quarantine us if we make it to england.
but our souls will thrive, our spirits soar, our sense of humor expand like arnold swartzenegger on steroids. adversity contributes to better blogs, so we should be in pulizter prize territory. we’ve alleys to explore within this walled city in which we live, and the west african atlantic ocean coast line to walk. there’ll be words to write, fotos to take, life to learn.
besides, after this there’s to be 3 weeks living in a tent. at least here there’s a bed to sleep in (however musty and dusty it be) and a door to lock.
after all, what are our options. you can always drop out of school - but life teaches no matter what, and dropping out isn’t an option.
gotta put a positive spin on everything - gotta fool you, and gotta fool us. especially since the toilet seat just tried to leave while i was on it - it’s not connected, so you have to adjust accordingly. in its favor, at least there is a toilet seat here. the other 2 places we looked at, the toilet was a hole in the floor.
went out before sunrise looking for breakfast. i locked our door. found hot bread and 2 free oranges (lady tried to buy them from a guy pushing a cart - he gave them to her with a smile and said “enjoy”). decided to come back to put butter and jam on our hot bread. our door was ajar. my fault - it takes 3 clicks to lock door, not 2. nothing taken. just lucky we decided to come back for jam.
we’re in a time machine - this is what america was like before personal hygiene, bug spray, money, and refrigeration. this 7 weeks will go like dog years - seem like 7 for every one. asked lady “can i go home now?” you don’t have a home, she replied, we sold it… this IS your home now. we’re living the way people once lived, the way much of the third world now live (and the 1st and 2nd world poor), and the way most will be living once global warming swarms.
i was lost yesterday, but regained my sense of the absurd today.
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