A visit with Sam Walsh

A good friend, Sam Walsh, is doing the Peace Corps in Morocco, and he invited all of us to spend the night at his host family's host in Azrou on our journey up to Chefchaouen and Fes. The experience we had could not be compared to anything we possible could have had. We were welcomed like family into a traditional Moroccan and Muslim home and treated with great hospitality. Dinner consisted of a feast of chicken stuffed with olives and liver. As customary in Moroccan, guests are continually offered food until they are on the verge of throwing up. And do not be shocked if you are not served either a plate or silverwear. The table will act as your plate and you will use you fingers for forks (but remember not to use your left hand...very, very, very bad). After a few games of Bananagrams, we headed to bed on a settee while Darby (my 3rd older sister for the weekend in order to prevent any Shuma) spent the night at a female Peace Corp house since unmarried men and women cannot sleep in the same room. I am so grateful to have that experience, and if Mohammed ever reads my blog, Shoe-kran.

starting dinner with some mint tea

eating dessert...fruits (oranges, grapes, and pomogrante seeds)

Bananagrams!!