The Heat Cometh

It was always going to happen. You knew it. I knew it. But here it is. Temperatures were at 106 yesterday, and 107 today, and may continue this way for a while. And there is no air-conditioning in sight.

I find that the heat affects me more than it does other people. While everyone else is like, "Oh, I think I'll just wear jeans and a light sweater today," I'm all over here in my t-shirt and skirt like:

"I'm fine."

BUT.

I came prepared this time. Let no one say I didn't plan for this Moroccan summer. I brought not one fan (like last time), not two, not even three, four, five, six, or seven, BUT EIGHT FANS.

BEHOLD.

BAM.

ALL SHALL WITNESS THE ARCTIC POWER OF MY MECHANICAL WINTER AND DESPAIR.

I especially enjoy the brisk winds of my USB powered fan, which not only keeps me feeling breezy, but when pointed at my laptop, also keeps it from spontaneously combusting.

But enough of that. I'll complain about the heat some more later, I assure you.

So. It is the end of week one, and I'm already used to living in Morocco. I think it's because I've been here before that adjusting to the way of life was so easy and quick, and I was hyper mentally prepared for what it would be like. What's more, I basically live in the same neighborhood as before, so I know where the train station and the supermarket are, and that's nice.

I really like my host family, too. It's just a woman (Khadija) and her husband (Hassan). There's no children, so it's quiet. They live in a lovely apartment, similar to my last one, but much more colorfully decorated. I share a bedroom with my roommate (also from UT), and we basically have one end of the apartment to ourselves, including our own bathroom!

And the toilet and shower are in the same room this time. Whaaaaat?

Our room. 

My side.

Our closets. Mine are on the left.

There's also WiFi here, which is very important. On our "Family Preferences Form" that we got back in April, where we could fill out things like, "I don't want to live with smokers," or "I want to live within walking distance of school," the only thing I put on my form was, "I WANT INTERNET AT HOME." Priorities. (And I'd like to add that some other people in the program thought that this was a silly request. That is... until they got here and didn't have internet at home. Who's laughing now!?)

Me. That's who.

Anyway. I'll add more pics of the apartment later.

All in all, it's been a pretty lazy weekend, but after traveling 3,000 miles and going-and-doing things literally every single day since getting here, I don't really mind. I spent most of yesterday sleeping, reading my Kindle, and talking with my Habiib on Skype.

I would like to make this blog at least a weekly thing, but of course I can make no guarantees. Next post I'll try to catch you up on some of the things that have happened since getting here, but for now my computer is getting too warm and needs a break.

Peace. 

I'm Back.

Many of you thought that I would never finish this blog. Well, many of you would be dead wrong totally correct. It's just one of those things. You're  in Morocco, you're busy, and you're about to go home, and you think, "Oh, soon I'll have all the time in the world!" And then you remember that you live in America which is a machine whose lifeblood runs on the stress overloads of career driven adolescents, and that there is never any time ever, and if, on the off chance you do have a smidgen of time, you want to spend it watching TV because you don't have to exhaust any energy by thinking.

So yeah. To sum up my final days of summer 2013, I went to Tangier with some people, saw some stuff, did some things, and bought some objects.

Some people.

Some stuff.

Some things.

Some objects.

Then we had finals and presentations and interviews. And then we went home, where there is cheese and family, and it was good.

What some of you may not have known is that I am currently back in Morocco. It is now Day 37 Day 2, and the days are starting to feel very long again. But, hopefully, I can find the time to write this blog once more (though perhaps less frequently than my other one). I'll be here for a year, so I'm sure there will be an overload of things to talk about.

Me.