"Meshi mushkela?" I asked, slightly concerned.
He opened his eyes wide and shook his head fervently, "MUSHKELA!!"
We had just touched at sea anemone, and now Farid was telling us there was a problem. Ayub had said there wasn't, and even touched it before we had, but now Farid tried to explain there was a problem. I thought I had clearly asked if it was dangerous to touch it. Hahaha. So I thought...
He scooped up some round shells and spread them over his arms. Chessy pointed to a pimple and he nodded.
Great, we're going to get anemone pimples now.
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Cous cous Friday today so we all met at Madiha (our program director's house) for lunch. Super delicious and then we headed off to a beach walk. Madiha sent two of her nephews (I believe?) to accompany us. I tried making conversation with them, but really, what else can you talk about when your Arabic doesn't go much more than asking how they are and what their names are.
When we got to the beach they told us to take our shoes off and follow them on the rocky parts. We balanced along some parts and I felt my pulse quicken when I saw sea urchins in the pools right by feet. But no problem, I got to hold one later :)
And then, then we got to the sea anemone.
I felt slightly Moroccan because we were all yelling at each other, but no one was angry. We were trying to string together French or Arabic to figure out what in the world was going to happen to us.
I think we concluded that for today, we were okay. Maybe because its not summer? Or maybe because it didn't sting us? Or grab us? Or something us. However, I believe, that we will be okay.
So far, no anemone pimples.
He opened his eyes wide and shook his head fervently, "MUSHKELA!!"
We had just touched at sea anemone, and now Farid was telling us there was a problem. Ayub had said there wasn't, and even touched it before we had, but now Farid tried to explain there was a problem. I thought I had clearly asked if it was dangerous to touch it. Hahaha. So I thought...
He scooped up some round shells and spread them over his arms. Chessy pointed to a pimple and he nodded.
Great, we're going to get anemone pimples now.
- - -
Cous cous Friday today so we all met at Madiha (our program director's house) for lunch. Super delicious and then we headed off to a beach walk. Madiha sent two of her nephews (I believe?) to accompany us. I tried making conversation with them, but really, what else can you talk about when your Arabic doesn't go much more than asking how they are and what their names are.
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| Darby and I at the "beach" |
When we got to the beach they told us to take our shoes off and follow them on the rocky parts. We balanced along some parts and I felt my pulse quicken when I saw sea urchins in the pools right by feet. But no problem, I got to hold one later :)
And then, then we got to the sea anemone.
I felt slightly Moroccan because we were all yelling at each other, but no one was angry. We were trying to string together French or Arabic to figure out what in the world was going to happen to us.
I think we concluded that for today, we were okay. Maybe because its not summer? Or maybe because it didn't sting us? Or grab us? Or something us. However, I believe, that we will be okay.
So far, no anemone pimples.
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