tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7410411561727310022024-03-05T22:30:36.420-08:00Janelle's Travel AdventuresAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-61054438292567593832014-08-15T08:48:00.000-07:002014-11-04T09:50:05.679-08:00Visits HomeMy old roommate Grace came to visit as well so I got to play tourist for a few weeks. Here are some of our adventures. I wish I had pictures of working our church's annual luau which is always an interesting experience but I was too busy in the imu pit!<br />
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Arizona Memorial<br />
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View from Punchbowl Crater<br />
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Polynesian Cultural Center<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-34446608426208085642014-08-03T10:02:00.000-07:002014-11-04T11:46:33.594-08:00Birthday Adventures in ChefchauoenI turned 23 this weekend and got to spend birthday in the Blue City. This city was incredibly picturesque so I think I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. I love Google photos because they create a lot of cool things from panoramas such as this to photo compilations called stories. Check it out I really love this one!<br />
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I really enjoyed my weekend because although this is somewhat of a tourist city, it has a small town feel and I found myself interacting with shop owners and other locals along the way. The stories and banter we shared were told in a mix of English and Arabic between bartering sales and learning about childhood years I enjoyed this town the most thus far because of the people who made it special. So thank you to my travel companions for the celebratory drinks (yay for Ramadan being over!) and for the many engaging strangers I met along the way. This morning was a peaceful morning filled with a stroll by myself through the town and the images came out beautifully (I'm no photographer but seriously check out the photos in my Google story!). I also ended up wandering to the base of the hiking trail where Erik, Kasey, Ross, and Tim went hiking yesterday evening so I decided on a quick hike to the Mosque at the top before I left. Along my way I passed a curious dog who decided to join me on my hike and met a loquacious primary school teacher who told me all about his passion for environmental sciences and eco-friendly technologies. We had some great conversations and stories about teaching and our students, and frankly we got a little carried away by our conversations that I ended up cutting it a little too close to our departure time. However, luckily he was a Chefchauoen local because he was able to escort me back to the hotel in the shortest possible route although my power-walking amused him because the rushing is not the Moroccan way. Our route took us through this oasis in the middle of the town and I made it back just in time to grab my suitcases and load them onto our bus by 10.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-29189885297353583782014-07-31T11:45:00.000-07:002015-02-21T12:07:45.785-08:00Home is where the minions gather July 31, 2014<br />
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I haven't been blogging for a while, because I've been staying with a home stay family here in Fes and I don't have internet access except when I'm at my Arabic classes or lectures at <a href="http://www.inlac.net/index.php" target="_blank">INLAC</a>. Here in Fes I am staying with the matriarch of a large family, named Fatima, and her adult son Adil. Fatima speaks no English and Adil's English is quite limited so I'm definitely getting some Arabic language practice in although my most commonly uttered phrase is I don't understand or la afahamu<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16.0016002655029px; line-height: 21.6021595001221px; text-align: right;"> </span><span dir="rtl" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16.0016002655029px; line-height: 21.6021595001221px; text-align: right;">ل</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16.0016002655029px; line-height: 21.6021595001221px; text-align: right;">ا أفهم </span><br />
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The home itself has three stories (not counting the entrance on the ground floor) I am staying on the second floor in a room that I suspect was set up as a salon (living/sitting room), as there are banquette chairs lining all the walls (one of which has become my bed for the time being), with an ornate table in the middle. However, we usually spend our time in the living room area that you see in the photos because that's where the TV is and its right next to the kitchen. Moroccan TV is interesting and our nightly ritual of watching the news (mainly about Gaza), an odd but hilarious hidden camera prank show with no dialogue, and what I'm guessing is Morocco's Got Talent...which I'm not quite sure they do. There's some decent acts, but mostly weird ones!<br />
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Perhaps most importantly though I should mention that we are celebrating Eid! The end of Ramadan and the breaking of the fast. While I wasn't exactly fasting every day, its nice to be able to not worry about needing to hide in order to drink some water on a hot day. Generally speaking I avoided eating or drinking in public during the day out of respect, because if I was fasting I wouldn't exactly appreciate an ignorant tourist rubbing it in by eating or drinking in front of me. <br />
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But getting back to Eid and the fun traditions involved. One aspect is the visiting of one's elders so as the matriarch of the family all of the Fatima's children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews have been coming by for some juice and sweets throughout the day. The three young minions in the photo are Hamudah and Abudullah the sons of Fatima's daughter who lives across the street from INLAC, and<br />
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I don't understand how the Moroccans eat so many sweets. I feel the diabetes forming with the sugar I've been consuming and I am nowhere near the level of the Moroccans surrounding me. You see those cookies on the table in front of Fatima and I, those are but a tiny fraction of what was consumed over the last couple of days. <br />
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Eid also brought about goodbyes to Chiranyu another American student living with with Fatima, Adil and I in Fes. He had finished his program a few weeks before I arrived but wanted to stay through Eid before heading up to Tangiers. He's been in Morocco for several months now and I must say I'm impressed with his Arabic skills, but he's been studying Arabic for a couple years back in the states so my 3 weeks of study are nothing in comparison. Check us out in our snazzy caftans to celebrate Eid! Being a casual short sleeved one mine's is more meant for wear inside the house and is only worn around outside by silly tourists like me, but whatever it's still pretty. Its not that its caftans aren't worn outside, but in a city like Fes which is the spiritual and cultural capital of the country, the standard of dress is a bit more conservative than the rest of the country. So pro tip, if you want to fit in as a woman, don a djellaba. They are also just really convenient because you can throw is on over whatever bum clothes you were wearing around the house, throw on scarf and your out the door looking like a perfectly respectable Moroccan lady.<br />
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Although, its been a long couple of days with so many people coming in and out of the house, its been my favorite days in Fes so far. These minions might tire me out especially because they're allowed to be up and loud well past midnight due to the celebration, but I enjoy having some excitement around because its pretty quiet when its just Fatima, Adil and I. Also here's what happens when Hamudah gets control of your phone. You end up with about 50 pictures which are pretty much identical to the one on the left from his button mashing amusement and the occasional nicely posed photo of two cousins who like each other for a moment. Sorry for the rambling, I'm pretty tired so until next time...Laila Saida or good night!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-83398036411928102692014-07-28T09:04:00.000-07:002015-02-21T12:09:00.609-08:00Music Appreciation and Collaboration Part 1<div class="MsoNormal">
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with tourist attractions or shopping opportunities, but we were blessed with
passionate guides who showed us immense hospitality and truly went above and
beyond to ensure that we enjoyed our time there. L’ hamdu li'llah (Thanks be
to God). Being spoiled for a night with
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This first video is made primarily using music that our
group made together in the form of drumming, along with the Amazigh (Berber)
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These two lovely doctors are passionate collectors of
fossils and gemstones, and invited us into their home to tour us through their
collection and then took all 15 of us into their home and entertained us for with
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-33194609699662800832014-07-25T18:30:00.000-07:002014-11-04T09:49:18.155-08:00Hawaii vs. CT History Lessons in SaidiaJuly 25, 2014<br />
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We are taking a little break from reality this weekend and took a trip to the resort town of Saidia on the Mediterranean coast. Here we stayed at an all inclusive resort and I felt very out of my element, which is weird because you would think sandy beaches and sunshine would remind me of home. This was definitely the "tourist" experience, and something that I would typically avoid while traveling, but this definitely provided some perspective on my Morocco experience. <br />
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Looking around at the Europeans sunbathing on the lounge chairs spattering the beaches I felt the love-hate feeling that I typically feel towards large crowds of tourists in Hawaii. Tourists are vital to the economy of Hawaii and the industry creates many jobs throughout the state that many of my family members and friends rely on and for that reason I love tourists. However, I always felt that tourists are only interested in the superficial elements of Hawaii and do not care about the realities of life and not about anything but the carefully crafted presentation that we deliver of hula dancers, surf lessons, and postcard worthy photo shoots. <br />
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Tourism is the biggest money maker of the Moroccan economy and with a beautifully crafted experience it's no wonder why resort life in Saidia is so popular among the European tourists and many of my American companions were loving it as well. However, although the beaches of the Mediterranean are a cool site to see, this to me wasn't the real Morocco and I'm excited to see what Fes has in store for us. I'm looking forward to the homestay and getting to see the real day to day life of Moroccans rather than the "tourist experience."<br />
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Dana, Donna, and myself sat here with our cocktails and had interesting conversations on Social Studies teachings in Connecticut and Hawaii. I shared with them a bit about the Hawaiian monarchy and the culture of Hawaii that we learn about in our schools instead of the additional US History classes. Lessons about ahupua'a's and ali'i; Queen Liliuokalani and King Kamehameha; and the accurate parts of Lilo and Stitch. It was a lovely way to our only evening here, but like I said this glorious evening was a nice break from reality, I'm looking forward to exploring to Oujda, then heading off to Fes.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-81907076041101222082014-07-17T16:51:00.001-07:002014-07-17T17:06:10.355-07:00#tbt: Schools and Outfits 1,000s of miles apartJuly 17, 2014<br />
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Today we went to visit a small school in Ifrane, and met four college-aged volunteers who have been working here during the summer to instruct these students in French. I feel that being here in Morocco I have learned almost as much French as I have Arabic because when people see a foreigner they typically start speaking to you in French. Morocco was formerly colonized by the French and even today French is taught in Moroccan schools, and is considered a high status language. The school was a humble one room structure located on a former dump that has been filled in and it now the home of many cows (who get up close and personal with you) and a few dogs as well. It is also the only permanent structure in the area.<br />
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We also walked to nearby village (a shantytown of sorts) where most of the children lived. We were warmly welcomed by a village elder who offered me a seat next to her in the shade and seemed to enjoy talking to me even though I did not understand what she was saying. I didn't take any pictures of the village because I wasn't sure if it was appropriate to take pictures of their private homes without permission, but most were makeshift structures formed from recycled materials such as vinyl signs. This was a far cry from the university housing and the beautiful classrooms of Al Akhawayn School in the same town of Ifrane.<br />
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<b>#tbt to my tenth grade year and our church Mission trip to India</b><br />
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The children here are from MBKG Pannai in the Tamil Nadu region of India and I seeing the children in the school that we went to today reminded me of my experiences there. Mudihiyor Balar Kudumba Gramma Pannai has the English name of Family Village Farm because it the children here were primarily orphans, who are cared for by "house mothers" who are destitute women who are also taken in and help to cook and provide for a hut of about ten children each. After my trip I had wanted to work at <a href="http://www.mbkgpkasam.org/kings-school/" target="_blank">King's School</a> where all the school aged children from the Family Village Farm are educated. Today's visit reawakened my desire to do this <span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 28.799999237060547px;">إن شاء الله</span> I will apply to work there for a few years after getting certified. <br />
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Also kids who have limited access to technology are fascinated with digital photographs, the photo above was taken by one of the children who borrowed my camera to snap some pictures of his friends. Today I saw the same phenomenon happening where the kids wanted nothing more than to take our phones so that they could snap away.<br />
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After the visit to the school and accompanying village we headed back to AUI for a lecture on Arab culture, some fun facts that I learned include:<br />
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<li>In Saudi Arabia there is a type of religious police who can come up to you and spray paint parts of your body with black spray paint if you are not appropriately covered</li>
<li>The belief that depictions of the prophet are not allowed in Islam is incorrect, there exists depictions of Mouhammed in books about his life. However, such depictions are not allowed in mosques and schools because it is believed that people might ignorantly start to worship the image instead of Allah</li>
<li>Minarets (the spires that most Mosques have) are built to a particular proportion. 2/3 of the minaret should be visible above the walls of the mosque as this is a visually pleasing ratio. Although some minarets are built to different proportions, those who have seen many mosques will think they look weird because they do not have the same visually pleasing proportion.</li>
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However, my favorite part of today's lecture was that our professor, John Schoup brought in a large bag full of artifacts, including traditional outfits and veils from different Arab countries. So of course we had fun dressing up in the various garbs. Check out some images from our fashion show below.<br />
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Perhaps anklets which weigh a kilo a piece are more your style!<br />
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Throwback to my sari draping lesson by the sister of a doctor that I met in Vellore, IndiaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-15020553444545390652014-07-15T18:39:00.000-07:002014-07-17T18:41:18.179-07:00Lessons and PurchasesJuly 15, 2014<br />
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We might be a little crazy but we decided to back to Azrou after our meeting with the public school teachers so we headed over there with Hassan and Mohammed (one of the teachers who spoke with us during our educator discussions).<br />
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Mohammed had an interesting story to tell about the school that he works at in a rural area in northern Morocco, which Hassan had to translate for us. Mohammed is a primary school teacher and teaches grades 1-6. However as a rural school there are only about thirty students in the whole school, and limited amount of materials for him to use in his lessons. This year he taught all 30 students by himself for the whole day despite having to teach to 6 different grade levels, because the other teacher at the school is pregnant. Talk about a challenging set up! Despite having more than a dozen educators in the room I think we came to the conclusion that there is no magical solution to perfect differentiation. The rural nature of Mohammed's school is such that the nearest city is 40 km away, and due to the lack of paved roads the last 7 km need to be traveled by mules or donkeys.<br />
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In Azrou, I finally tried my hand at haggling and it was a lot of fun as the good spirited people of Azrou were fair and kind to us. I ended up buying a book bag and a coin purse originally 110 dirham total, which I got down to 80 dirham total (about $10). I also bought this beautiful rug from Si Mohammed's shop, not the teacher, but a wise old man who is close friends with Hassan's father)<br />
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Fun facts learned over the last few days:<br />
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<li>Morocco has a very large fishing industry but it is being over fished by European fisherman.</li>
<li>The major reason why the Western Sahara issue is not settled (this territory has been claimed by Morocco, and is considered my Moroccans to be part of Morocco) is because both sides cannot agree on who should be allowed to vote. Should Moroccans who moved to this territory be included? Should those living in Western Sahara at the time of the conflict, but currently living in exile in Algeria be included? It's now been well over 30 years and this has yet to be settled, despite the popular sovereignty mandate. </li>
<li>Sharia (Islamic) Law is not as akin to Hammurabi's code as it may seem in Western media. In fact it is moral and civic reasoning is a major part of this legal system. For example, in the Qu'ran it says thieves are to have their hands cut off, however in the case of a famine, poor people were and should be excused from this punishment if they are stealing food because they had no choice. (I suddenly have the sounds of Les Miserables in my head)</li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I fell in love with a small town called Azrou (15 minutes away from Ifrane) a few nights ago. Erik, Ross, Donna, Dana, Kasey, myself, and our friend Hassan from ASI went to have dinner and tour the market. This is Hassan's hometown so his friendship with the restaurant owner helped get us a table even if it was prayer time and most of the staff wasn't there. We had a delicious dinner of trout from the local trout farm along with some melon for desert. We did a little shopping and Dana especially had fun with getting to haggle with the shopkeepers for a bargain. We also met a gentleman named Mohammed who welcomed us graciously. Mohammed is one of those people who emanates wisdom and I can't wait to share a cup of tea and a long talk with him when I get the chance </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My favorite memory of Azrou was a short conversation I had with a young girl in the marketplace. I was waiting for some of my group mates to decide on their purchases when this young girl also waiting smiled at me and continued to watch us and smile, catching my gaze a few times. I asked her if she spoke English and she shook her head no, Francais we asked, and she shook her head no again. So eventually I said Ahlan (hello) to which she grinned even bigger. Ana Janelle (I'm Janelle), we then started talking in my very limited Arabic I answered her questions telling her where I was from, when I got to Morocco, that I am a teacher etc. Her one question that really stumped me though was "Did you come here on an airplane?" I had to have Hassan's help with translating that one, because my Arabic isn't that great...yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The last few days have been filled with increasingly high expectations. We have had Daily Arabic lessons for about 2.5 hours a day in Moroccan Arabic initially and now in Standard Arabic. In addition, we've had lectures from experts in the field on the history of Moroccan schools, geography of the MENA region and the modern day interpretation of Islamic law. On top of learning Arabic, and I mean A LOT of Arabic ( I made 160 flashcards and ran out after Day 3) we are expected to write a culturally responsive curriculum unit (including 2 fully detailed lesson plans), create an ethnography, and prepare outreach presentations to deliver to our schools and communities when we arrive back home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: nowrap;">In Sha'h Allah (God willing) we will get it done!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08618312461570525826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741041156172731002.post-11038034247544863932014-07-13T20:00:00.000-07:002014-07-17T17:24:16.362-07:00Volubilis Photo TourJuly 13, 2014<br />
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Today we visited Volubilis which is a Roman city, whose ruins are a popular tourist attraction. It was a very hot day however, and the walking tour took more than three hours, so in hopes of managing the heat Emily and I decided to try and dress in our Moroccan best by donning the headscarf, which combined with an breathable cotton long sleeved shirt and pants helped me to beat the heat and survive without water until I returned to the bus.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">July 14, 2014</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The past two days were spent taking trips to other towns. The first trip was to Meknes, a town about an hour and a half from Ifrane, which we traveled to by taxis. However, the Moroccan taxis cabs being about the same size are sedans in America, they are expected to fit 6 people, 2 in the front passenger seat and 4 in the back seat. As can be seen from the selfie in Tim's collage on the left our ride was a a tight squeeze and wasn't the most comfortable situation. </span><br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-aNsoo4EpY/U8QfRavMcaI/AAAAAAAAJRI/vORWhPhf8g8/s400/granary.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-aNsoo4EpY/U8QfRavMcaI/AAAAAAAAJRI/vORWhPhf8g8/s400/granary.png" height="300" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Meknes is one of the Imperial cities and as such its gorgeous architecture and markets are more like the images most people think of when they think about Morocco. There were many other tour groups in Meknes which was a big change from the relative quite of Ifrane. The first stop was the royal granary which was to store the grain to feed the king's soldiers and multitude of horses, because who cares if the people starve... Other stops of the day include where the royal family was buried and a school for young boys in the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The last two days have consisted of time mostly spent at <a href="http://www.aui.ma/en/" target="_blank">Al-Akhawayn University in Ifrane</a> (AUI). An beautiful university up in the mountains, whose name means two brothers, after the previous king of Morocco King Hassan II and King Fahd of Saudi Arabia who founded the university, and because of this despite being the campus is despite being a public university AUI experiences the benefits of funding by the royal family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here is a shot of the main quad and as you can see we are sharing the grounds with many other groups including these kids who are attending a soccer camp. These guys and gals are running towards the cafeteria for lunch so they must be very hungry. However, the majority of the population here in Morocco is actually fasting, because according to the Islamic Calendar we are in the middle of Ramadan, the Islamic holy month, where most Muslims refrain from eating, drinking from sunrise to sunset.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Society here revolves around the religion. Because most people are fasting stores and restaurants are closed during the day and most people are at home resting. Some of the group went to the Marche, or market a little bit before Iftar (Ftour in Moroccan Arabic) which is the traditional breaking of the fast and it looked like a ghost town. I imagine the country loses a lot of money during Ramadan, but no one seems to care.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I had some of the traditional Iftar foods for dinner in the Marche including Harira, a traditional Moroccan soup made with tomatoes, lentils, chickpeas, noodles, and spices. Which I am now obsessed with. My group mates tried the tangine at the restaurant which was also quite delicious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another awesome experience that I've had over the last few days was a visit to Al-Akhawayn School in Ifrane (ASI) the K-12 school that is associated with the university. Here we meet two teachers Hassan, a science teacher who has helped us tremendously in the last few weeks, and a social studies teacher who gave a us a mini lesson on the geography of this region. I learned that the region we call Western Sahara is actually part of Morocco but its currently the center of a nearly forty year dispute. Moroccan maps actually depict this region as part of Morocco, and its not allowed to for Moroccan maps to say otherwise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is a picture of the work center in the back of Hassan's science class. He only has about 8 students per class! Don't all us teachers wish we could have a class like that!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sorry I haven't quite figured out the Arabic keyboard as of yet! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The pre-departure meetings are over and now its time to depart for Morocco! And so my adventures begin! I am traveling through Morocco as one of 12 pre-service and practicing teachers, and two professors, as a part of a Fulbright-Hays Group Project Abroad called <a href="http://www.newhaven.edu/IEL/study-abroad/fulbright-hays/" target="_blank">Morocco's Bountiful Perspectives: Global Classrooms and Cultural Connections for the 21st Century Learners</a>. Although this is a fun adventure for me this also means work and I am in the process of developing a culturally responsive curriculum for use when I teach, but more on that later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Morocco will be my 23rd country visited, and I will be there to celebrate my 23rd birthday! I am very excited to learn more about the history and culture of the MENA (Middle East and North Africa, basically most of what we consider to be the Arab world) region. This will be my first time on the African continent and also my first time in an Islamic country, right in the heart of Ramadan!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Day one: After more than 24 hours of travel we arrived at destination Al-Akhawayan University in Ifrane. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2 hours-drive from CT to JFK</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4.5 hours-Lunch, check in, and wait for flight (and watch the painful destruction of Brazil by Germany in the World Cup Semi-Finals at the bar across from my gate)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">7.5 Hours-Flight from John F. Kennedy Airport in Jamaica, NY to Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris France</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4 hours-Layover in Paris</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3.5 hours-Flight to Casablanca, Collect Luggage, etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5.5 hours-Bus Ride from Casablanca to Ifrane (Which could have been cut in half had we flown into the airport in Rabat, but we made it anyways!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The grand total is...about <b>27 hours of travel</b>, I would say that's a new record but I think my trip to India may have been more). </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yah I'm a math teacher sue me. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As much as I love traveling that first day was a struggle and to think at the end of this trip I'm making the same commute back to New York then continuing on all the way back to Hawaii! Insha'Allah (God willing) I will still be functional when I get there!</span><br />
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Wish me Luck!<br />
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