I have lived abroad for over 10 months. In this time I have experienced more call to prayers, more bread, and more french than I would care to remember. What a ride the first year has been. In true ESPN NFL South blog following fashion, here is the second half stock report on my first year abroad.
Piss Corner: The piss corner on Ghandi continues to be a piss corner, and piss corners smell exactly how you think they would. Also, I saw my second bum wiener on this exact same corner. The guy was taking a nap trying to get his tan on, but sadly may have had to many strawberry milkshakes because his cajones were out “n” about, for all the sober world to see.
Hot Sauce: Harissa made a nice push in the past few months, but with the chance of having real hot sauce so close the reality of harissa being a pure substitute is more apparent than ever.
Moroccan Hospitality: You here enough about how nice Moroccans are, and how they will go out of there way to help out friends. Over the past few months I have seen this in strides both with my arabic tutor and with some VIP treatment while on a mini-vacation. We made dinner for Abdeljalil and he brought over what came out to be a 30 pound watermelon. Hell of a lot cooler than a cheap bottle of wine.
Sangria: Moroccan Sangria is no different than any other, besides the fact that the fruit is dirt cheap and better than the selection I had in the states. Plainly stated, if you do not like Sangria, we are no longer friends.
Brunch: The weather really cooperated the past few weeks and a few brunch and coffee gatherings were a huge success. I had been holding out all year and finally broke down. It made me want to hit myself because it was such a good time. It was also a great practice run for Europe, sans drinking.
Photography: Fake ray-bans *Now in different colors*, a pair of Moroccan MC-Hammer pants, and the beginning of boat shoe season. Sheesh…