Let me, finally explain my title.
Cats: EVERYWHERE you went, looked around, stumbled into, you would see cats, kittens, felines, wandering the little pathways, sitting in corners of markets, all seemingly homeless and pretty hungry. There were no dogs, none. I literally saw zero, but in Morocco, cats abound, and one man was trying to sell a tiny, adorable kitten for 1 dirham (ten euro cents) although we could easily have grabbed one for free.
CousCous: AKA, the food of Morroco, was all served in a tangine, steaming veggies, yellow cous cous or potatotes, maybe a little meat, and all surprisingly flavorless. Bland, one might say. Salt was a must. I came in thinking that Morocco would be fool of exotic flavors, but while the life was wild, the food was BORING! No spice, no pizazz, but it was brightly colored. One thing I must say, Breakfast was delicious at The Dreams hotel, I ate what could be described as a cool, slight burnt crepe, that was used as toast. I loved it. I also will probably never eat it again.
Creepy Cloaks: A traditional outfit for the Morrocan people is what appears to be a brown cloa almost like a monk´s attire, but fitted with a KKKesque hoodie. Usually elderly Morrocan people would wear these, and seeing an elderly Morrocon man, wrinkly and aged, hobble down tiny alleyways in a brown body covering cloak was quite the eerie image. The would not look pleasentaly if you made eye contact, which I tried to avoid, but did make a few times, and a shiver shot down my spine seeing their eyes judge my foreign attire.
Now, onto a description of the FINAL city in my journey, Chef Cheouen. BLUE! WHITE! SMELLY! OLD! ADORABLE! We were led into one of those mountain towns, vaguely reminiscent of the mountain towns of Spain, but instead of being the clean adorable white, they were paints in matching airy blues! Unreal, gorgeous, fun! Of course they were still dirty, donkeys roamed the streets, tiny cats meowed for food to avoid starvation, mysterious feces laid uncleaned in the walk ways, but it was still BEAUTIFUL! We saw the blue powders, chalks, being sold to paint the towns, bags and bags of hues meant to mix and colorize the village. We bartered, I bought a few things, and we ate more bland Moroccan food! It was fun, and it was cleaner, so I enjoyed it more.
I will try to post pictures tomorrow, but alas, I forgot my Camera.
Love you all! Miss you all!!
XOXOX,
me
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Spice are expensive for poor moroccans, I think, because in reastaurants food is spicy, and moroccan food is famous in the middle eaST. PAPSKI
Liz!
Hmm while I love my bland food, I can see how that'd be a bit of a let down.
You and cats also funny. But hey, had it been dogs you'd have been saddened by all the homeless puppies.
What did you buy?
Love and miss you,
Sam
I think food is not as much spicy (as in hot) as it is supposed to be flavorful, and it has this distinct Moroccan flavor, which I'm not sure what spice it comes from - I believe Anuta knows, she is a big fan. But it seems that every day middle eastern cuisine (and their food is more middle eastern than African) is generally non-salty and bland: I remember IIIEHbKA was surprised when she first ate at Parisa's house and everything seemed unexpectedly bland. Their food is probably less exotic than Spanish - that's why you were surprised.
I completely forgot about cats, but now that you mentioned them, I remember. They do have lots of stray cats roaming around. It reminded me of Russia - this and 5-10 story ugly apartment buildings. Russia has dogs though, lots of them.
...Donkeys are fun though...just remembering. And cloaks are pretty creepy, mostly because of the hood and heavy fabric they are made of. I think Berbers are the ones who wear them, it's their traditional garb.
As you probably guessed this previous email was mine but I could not sign it and say "love you" because randomly my computer started typing in Hindi fonts. I know I have these fonts somewhere on my machine (for work) but I could never make my keyboard switch to Hindi - trust me I tried because it seemed like fun :) And now, few minutes ago, I randomly could not type a word in English.
Oh well it went away as abruptly as it came.
so...
LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU A LOT!!!!!
have to be quick, justwanted to say love your last few posts and love u & miss u!!!!!
mmm moroccan food is really good dont know whatcha talking about! the village sounds cool. mama was trying to describe the cloak thing to me until i fianlly got it. yea i gotta second sam, tho im not a fan of the cat species, but we would be a lot more sad if they were puppies...
btw again back to food at least be glad it wasnt pork!!
anuta
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