We sat down with our host family for dinner last night, and they were speaking in Arabic, which I can still only pick a word or two out at a time. The only thing I recognized was "Al Jazeera," which was confirmed when the TV was turned on a few minutes later and the news started. I watched, unable to understand hardly anything, while we ate. I recognized scenes from Syria. I also perked up quite a bit when I recognized some familiar faces on the screen - President Obama, Mitt Romney, Hilary Clinton... AND ENGLISH! It was dubbed over, but their words could be heard faintly behind the Arabic. Music to my ears. Not that I don't love to listen to the language, but it was a break on my exhausted ears to hear that American voice.
This morning, we went on a trip to the souk al khamis, which is a weekly market outside of the city. Our assignment was to capture Moroccan culture through photographs that we took (see my short slideshow below). I thought, as I was walking around, that if I spoke Arabic better, this would be an amazing place for journalism. There were so many untold stories from all the people in the stalls and carts, and I would love to document them all. I should practice that Arabic...