Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Casablanca, Italy and Dads Visit!

As usual, lots to report, since I seem to never be able to find the time (or want to pull my hands out of the covers) to type up a blog report.  But today, although cloudy, isn’t too cold so I shall type up an entry!  

I’ll start with my amazing vacation I took!  I went with another PCV, Alexa, to Italy for Christmas to visit my dad but along the way I was able to meet up with a friend I went to school in Colorado with, who lives in Casablanca.  He was generous to let myself and Alexa stay with his family for the two nights before we flew out.  It was both of our first time in Casablanca and it was so great having such an amazing tour guide/friend in the city!  Here are some of the highlights of the trip: hanging out with Moroccan males like we would American friends, watching the boys play a soccer match, exploring the souk area of Casa, the amazing hospitality of Salahs family, the surprise they had when they saw our Carte de Sejours and discovered we really do live and function here in Morocco with our limited Tashlheet, going to visit Hassan II Mosque, finding an awesome restaurant with live music, Alexa getting an egg thrown at her (sorry Alexa, but this was, in fact, hilarious), drinks at TGIFriday, going out to a club in our day sweaters and riding in a CAR!  It was such a great trip to Casa, Thanks Salah!

After our wonderful pre-vacation Casa trip we were off to Italy to visit my Dad and Sandy (step mom).  They picked us up at the airport with Taco Bell (god bless their parents) and it was SOOO good to see them.  When we got back to the house we opened a bottle of wine and chatted the night away.  The next day we were off to Florence to celebrate Alexas birthday for two days (thanks dad!) and then back to dads house.  Alexa and I had sooo much fun doing laundry, taking showers, eating excessive amounts of food and drinking delicious adult beverages.  (you would think that was me being sarcastic, but its not--- it was amazing)  We also managed to fit in a trip to Vicenza to visit friends and a night out on the town in Aviano with old friends too.  It was SO amazing having a real Christmas with presents, a tree and delicious Christmas dinner with family.  After 11 days of being spoiled I returned home to pick up Lily and travel back to site.  By the time I was finally home, settled and unpacked I didn’t want to leave again for New Years so I celebrated quietly at home with some Velveeta, Mad Men and cuddled up with Lily.

After being home for about two weeks I also had my first in site visitor, MY DAD!  His flights ended up messing things up a bit, and he was stuck in Casablanca for an extra night (so I got to stay in a fancy hotel with towels, a tub and its own bathroom by myself- oh the little things!) but I picked him up and we hit the ground running (without his bag- thanks Royal Air Maroc) and headed to site.  It was a bit overwhelming for me, so I can only imagine how the trip went for him (hopefully he’ll type up his own blog soon and you’ll all get to hear what he thought!—hint hint dad!!)  But we hit all the important places, Host families’ house, land lords house and saw Souk.  I know my village really loved getting to meet my dad and it was so awesome finally getting to show someone from home this life/experience I’m having.  

Friday, January 14, 2011

Moroccan Weddings: Video and Pics

I've written a past post about Moroccan weddings here but am finally at an internet connection to post some videos...



Here are some pictures to check out too:
Wedding Pics
More Wedding Pics

Enjoy--- a real blog post coming soon!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

A typical day in the bl3d...

I feel like I blog a lot about big activities, festivals or holidays we celebrate here but a big part of this experience has been my day to day life: going to buy vegetables at the market (Souk), figuring out how to buy meat at the butcher (I can now order just chicken breasts—Thanks Terry!) or Kefta (which is like seasoned hamburger meat), having tea with new families or just seeing a familiar face on the road.  So today I decided I would type out a blog about my day, which is much like everyday. 

I got a late start today, since I’ve been trying to fight off a cold and traveling a bit but by the time I had my morning coffee and something to eat it was about 10:30 am and I was off for the day.  My only goal for the day was to go to the hanut in Souk (where I can buy some ‘nicer’ items like toilet paper, Keshir (spam-like meat that Lily loves) and body wash) and to stop by the sbitar to pick a form up from my new doctor.  In America a few small errands like this would take, what…an hour?  Oh no… not in Morocco! I’m going to number my interactions with people for giggles, but keep in mind these are just the people I stopped and spoke to for more than 5 minutes… the typical greetings (hello, how are you, how is your family, etc) are usually with EVERYONE I pass, so I don’t count those.

  1. So, I left my house and my friend Nzha and other lady from my dowar were sitting outside.  I needed to talk to Nzha anyway because we had made plans to go to the Hmam (public bath) but I needed to cancel so it was convenient she was out there.  We went through the typical greetings and then she asked me when I would be leaving for Italy to visit my dad.  The other lady didn’t know I was going so we started talking about my trip and she started freaking out because she thought I was leaving for good and kept saying I couldn’t leave because she would miss me too much.  I didn’t understand why she was getting so upset until Nzha explained I was just going for 10 days and would return.  So yeah, I learned I’d be missed in my dowar... that was a good way to start my errands.  So after about 15 minutes of chatting I headed on my way again…
  2. … and then I ran into a little old Lady and about 4 children in a dowar on the way called Ait Tunes.  This little old lady is always sitting outside near the irrigation ditch so I see her quite often and she’s very nice.  She asked where my dog was and I explained I had left her at home so we started talking about Lily and how she’s always with me and she’s not like the other dogs.  The little kids (and most adults) all know Lilys name, so it’s funny when we walk by and people yell her name.  (She’s like a local celebrity!) They even yell her name when she’s not with me (I think some of them might think MY name is Lily… oops)  So after about 10 minutes of chit chat I continued on….
  3. …Between Ait Tunes and Fouzilal (another dowar) I ran into 4 boys from my dowar.  I have taught them “how are you” so they love saying that when they see me.  We’re still working on “good, thank you” but it’s a slow process!  They (like everyone else) asked about Lily, where I was going, how my family in America is… yada yada.  They were carrying bags of some kind of fruit (don’t remember the name in Tash even) but they look like a mix between apples and pears.  They tried to give me a few but I only took one (not a huge fan, kinda sour) and then headed on my way….
  4. … Next I saw my favorite Hanut owner in Fouzilal.  This is where I can go to buy basic things like flour, eggs, milk and such.  This is the hanut owner that let me start a tab a few weeks ago and leant me money (I have to travel to the city to use an ATM and it’s a pain in the butt sometimes).  He's a hodge (which means hes traveled to Mecca) and a really nice guy.  I sat and talked to him for a little bit ( I see him pretty often since I try and make it to the hanut every other day at least, it makes it easier to carry things home little by little instead of in big batches) and then continued on…
  5. The travel from my house until Fouzilal is all unpaved but after Fouzilal it’s a paved road.  So as I’m walking down this paved road I run into a man I’ve never met before.  I greeted him and he greeted me back very formally (in Arabic) calling me a teacher.  I then responded in tash that I’m not a teacher (I love seeing peoples faces when the tash comes out).  So then we started talking (how long have I been here, where did I learn tash, where am I from, etc) and he asked me why I hadn’t been to his dowar yet (there are a total of 49 in Tidili).  So we started talking about his dowar (Azro) and I promised him I would go visit it sometime after I get back from Italy.  So he gave me his name (So I can ask for him when I go and have lunch with him and his family) and phone number and then made me promise I’d go when I got back from my trip and sent me on my way…
  6. … Not long after I left my new friend from Azro I ran into a few ladies I know.  They were working in the fields and called me over. We talked for a while about my upcoming trip (everyone knows everything I do here, seriously:  Where I am at all times, who I’m with, what kind of vegetables I buy in Souk- you name it, they probably know…) and then I kept on walking along the road into Souk…
  7. It’s now about 12:30 and I’ve arrive to Souk.  As I walk into town I see a few of the taxi drivers I know, they ask if I’m going anywhere, when I tell them no we start talking about Lily (everyone wants to know about her).  After about 10 minutes of talking about Lily they let me continue on me way and... 
  8. I’m finally at the sbitar!!  There are a few women I know there so I start talking to them.  I haven’t seen them since before l3id (which was about a month ago now) so I ask how it was, yada yada.  Then the nurse comes to talk to me and I talk to her for a little bit.  She speaks a little bit of English and is always shocked when I know words in tash, but we get along pretty well.  After about 30 minutes of talking to her the doctor comes in (she knows a little English too, we struggle a little more since she doesn’t know any tash) and we all talk for a little while more.  They invite me to their home (which is the first house I looked at and wanted to live in, but it was too expensive) for lunch on Sunday and we talk a little more.  It’s so funny because they are always so surprised when someone comes into the sbitar and knows me or when I understand something they are talking about in Arabic (some words are interchangeable… not many, but a few are the same in Tash).  They are also really surprised when I explain to them I know people in my dowar and have friends in the bl3d… since most doctors and nurses that move to the bl3d keep to themselves, don’t learn tash (which is hard when they are talking to patients), finish their few years and then go back to the city).  Finally, at about 1 I walked the doctor home and headed to the Hanut (goal #2 of the day)
  9. As I was walking into the main area of souk the butcher called me over.  I went over and talked to him, he’s a really nice guy who owns two stores, one of which I buy my meat from.  He wanted to know why I hadn’t made it to his house for L3id, I explained I was too full and we chit chatted about the holiday for a bit. After about 15 minutes of talking I headed toward the hanut…
  10. …and I finally made it!  There are quite a few hanuts in Souk but there is one that I typically go to (he has the REALLLY fancy stuff like Ramen and even cheese sometimes!!)  After we talked about Lily, my family and my upcoming trip I got all my goodies and headed home.
  11. While still in souk I ran into another Hanut owner and talked to him for about 10 minutes and then ran into a big group of men who had lots of questions about Lily (what does she eat, how do I wash her, etc).  If you can’t tell by now people are VERY interested in Lily and how I care for her… my tash is REALLY good when I have to talk about her, since it happens very often.
  12. On my way home (on the paved road again) I ran into a group of ladies from my dowar doing laundry in the river, they yelled at me to come over but I knew that would mean I’d be there forever so we exchanged greetings/talked for about 10 minutes (while yelling across the fields) and then I went on my way…
  13. I took the shortcut through the fields home and ran into a little girl, Khadija (I think she told me shes 9?), from my dowar.  She's one the smartest little girls I know and I love talking to her (especially when she’s not with a huge group of girls).  I stood and talked to her for about 15 minutes and she invited me to the Hmam with her.  I told her another time and kept heading home…
  14. Lots of greetings along the way and when I finally got to my dowar (Ait Burig) there was a big group of girls outside.  I talked to them for a little bit and then…..

Finally home at 2:30!!!

So, that’s a pretty basic idea but you can see what it takes to just run two simple errands around here.  I usually have to build in about 2 hours to run to the hanut since you never know who you’re going to run into or who is going to INSIST on tea and/or lunch… That’s why its so hard when people ask what kind of WORK I’ve done here...because work IS going to the hanut, or going to pick up a form from the sbitar or forming all the relationships with people I’ve formed through tea or chats in the fields…

Speaking of work- my site made has been working on two grants that he’s not going to be able to see through so I’m taking them over.  It’s super exciting (but I'm also terribly nervous) to actually be doing some real “work” now.  I’ll keep you all posted as my work progresses, imik a mik (little by little).  One of them will be a PCPP (inchallah) which means I’ll need funding from home since it’s too much for Peace Corps to cover…More to come on that soon!! 

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

So....what am I doing here again?

So I’ve officially been in country for 8 months and what a whirlwind of emotions it’s been… I’ve been happy/sad/depressed/excited/lonely/overwhelmed/motivated and everything in-between, sometimes all in one day or a few hours.  This experience has far surpassed anything I ever could have thought it could give me and I can’t wait to see what the next 18 months have in store for me- some work, hopefully!  But first, I’ve had a request for something that I’ve somehow seemed to overlook in all these blog posts: What exactly is my job here?


This question is a great question, though very hard to explain as I myself am still trying to figure this out.  I ask myself this question at least a few times everyday here and have no concrete answer, so instead I’ll use some PC material we’ve been given to explain a little about our goals here in Morocco, as Rural Health Workers and hopefully interject a little of what I’m doing/plan to do/hope to do here in my community. 



“Project Purpose:  Rural community members will achieve better health status through preventive practices reinforced by positive social and environmental change.”

To accomplish this project purpose PC has met with the Ministry of Health here in Morocco (this is our main point of contact here, and who operated the local sbitars) and created 3 goals that should be our main point of focus when we’re creating educational programs for the schools, organizing trainings or even informally talking to people in our community.  As Volunteers here in Morocco, we’re in such unique, since we live among the people, learning the language and live like them.  Most people in my community look at me as more of a friend/family member than anything else which gives me a great opportunity for informal education, whether it be sitting with the woman preparing couscous (which is called souc souc here--- its couscous backwards!) for a wedding, having tea at my neighbors or attending a new birthing ceremony in a nearby dowar.  The following are the 3 goals that have been created for us:

Goal 1:
Community members (men, women, and children) will actively participate in activities that promote personal health and reinforce appropriate health behaviors. 

So- what does this mean?  Working with men and women to teach them about pre-natal care, which means teaching them the importance of checkups and where they can go to get these checkups.  Also, educating the children in our community about nutrition and proper hygiene- the things we’re taught as children and take for granted: brushing your teeth, washing your hands with soap before eating/after the bathroom, etc.

How can/will I do this?  Inchallah (this is a phrase used very often, it translates to “god willing” and can be used in almost any and all situations).  I do a lot of this informally with my woman, during tea or just in passing when I meet a pregnant woman.  This problem here is the lack of staff at my sbitar, as woman sometimes have to wait for hours to speak to a nurse, and they have a lot of work they do at home (other children, tending the animals, cooking for the family, cleaning) so its tough getting them to go wait for hours when they don’t usually understand the importance of visits anyway.  As for the education for the children, I hope to do some pretty basic lessons in some of the schools and also make it a point to wash my hands and talk about teeth brushing informally to them often.  The biggest challenge here is its behavioral change, which is the most difficult thing to change.  We’re taught from a young age about this, its reinforced by our parents, school system and in books/tv we watch.  This is news to a lot of these children, and if their parents don’t understand the importance/want to spend the extra money on the toothbrush or soap it’s a hard lesson to teach. 


Goal 2:
Targeted professional and non-professional health workers will have enhanced capacity to deliver effective preventive health education throughout rural communities. 

So what does that mean?  This means working with our local community to assist in training health professionals in preventative health education through non-formal education, etc.  It also means working with our Ministry and community to help train woman to become traditional birth attendants (TBAs).  These are woman in the community who know how to properly birth a child through safe general hygiene practices and know the signs of a problem during birthing.  These TBAs also refer the woman to care for pre and post natal checkups. 

How can/will I do this?  This is where I want to focus a lot of my attention because I’ve seen first hand (with my host mother) what a problem this is.  Also, being a female volunteer I’m able to work a lot more with the woman than a male volunteer would ever be able to and I want to take advantage of this position I’m in.  A challenge here is my Ministry (boss, essentially) would rather us try to make the woman go to the biggest clinics (about 30 K) away, which would be great if it was realistic.  There are a lot of obstacles to doing this, such as lack of money, husbands not wanting their wives to do this , lack of transport and not understanding why this is important to name a few.  The last TBA training that was done in my site was over 10 years ago, with a lot of these women now dead.  I was told by my host mother that my 13 year old sister helped birth my host mothers 8th child.  I think my community could greatly benefit from something like this and I hope to organize 3 day training, inviting woman from all my outlying dowars… wish me luck. (Realistically this is more of a 2nd year project, but its something I want to start working on, as projects like this take a large amount of time)


Goal 3:
Communities, local organizations and local institutions will have increased capacity to reinforce healthy lifestyles through environmental and social change.

So what does this mean?  It means working with my community to find organizations that are able to properly assess and address community health needs.  It also means working with local institutions such as clinics, schools, mosques, souks to properly collect and dispose of their solid and liquid wastes so as to prevent health and environmental hazards. 

How can/will I do this?  My main focus here is the disposal of waste.  An obvious problem is how waste s disposed of at my sbitar..  I have recently learned from a previous volunteer that at one point we did have an incinerator so that’s something I need to check on.  There is also a big push from the ministry to focus on this goal, as a lot of health related problems could be prevented/minimized if there wasn’t trash in the river beds, around the dowars.  They way they see things is if we get rid of the trash we get rid of the rats/mice, stray dogs, flies that come with the trash and can therefore prevent a lot of problems these creatures cause.  I agree with this 100%.  The solution to this problem, however, is again behavioral change.  People don’t understand why they can just through all their trash out in a field.  I burn what I can, and carry what can’t be burned into the city, but that’s not realistic for big families, especially ones who never go into the city (like Ouarzazate and Marrakesh that have trash disposal programs).  This is a huge topic of conversation among volunteers; because if we don’t know what to do with our trash how can we teach others what to do with it?  Yes, we can teach them to bury it… but where?  And how do we get them to want to do this? 





Sunday, September 5, 2010

Two month catch up...

I’ve been kinda crappy at keeping up with this blog, I always think about things I want to write about when I’m out and about and of course I never write them down, so they never get blogged about. So what I’ve decided to do is just make some bullet points with highlights of the past few months.
  • I went to my host sister in Tazentoute (my first host families) wedding, which was awesome because I was invited to take part in the ‘family only’ part of the wedding. This consisted of an extra meal of lunch, sitting with her while she sat and got her henna done and then traveling with her to ‘deliver’ her to a hotel in her new town after the 3 day wedding (the woman traditionally move in with the mens family). It was also great going back to Tazentoute for the first time since I’ve move to Tidili, I got to see all the family and friends that treated me so well during my first 2 months in country
  • My language is coming along little by little. Peace Corps tests us every time we meet (right after CBT, again during PPST and then again during IST, etc) so we get to see where we stand in language. I don’t think the test is completely accurate of where we are in language but its nice to have some sort of grading system. The test doesn’t really mean much, you just have to ‘pass’ the first time (which I did) and I got the next level up this time, so that’s reassuring since somedays I feel like my language is really nonexistent…
  • We had our two weeks of training in Ouarzazate at the end of July. This was the first time all 42 of us Health volunteers were together since swearing in 3 months before so it was awesome catching up with everyone. So far we have only lost 2 people from our group (they decided PC wasn’t for them so they ETed-early terminated) so its fun catching up with everyone, hearing about their sites, stories, etc. Peace Corps also put us up in a pretty nice hotel, with a REAL bathroom (toilet, shower, bathtub AND towels), air conditioning and a pool. It was nice to be spoiled for those two weeks (mine was cut short thanks to my health problem, but whatever, I’m better now!)
  • My house finally feels like a home. I have all the necessities to live, I’m just picking up the random things along the way now. Its great having my own house, a place to retreat and regroup but its also very difficult being a female living alone, since that is not something my community is used to. I know they have good intentions but I can very rarely get through more than 2 hours without SOMEONE knocking on my door to bring me bread, check on me, see if I want to come over to eat later, etc. It’s been great for my language because its easy to lock myself in the house but with people coming over I’m constantly having to talk…. 
  • My landlords family has adopted me as one of their own, they are amazing. They were the host family for two other volunteers sometime around 2000 so they are awesome with speaking slow and understanding my charades. My landlord of a hodge (I’m sure I’m not spelling that right), which means he has traveled to Mecca. He has 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. One of the sons lives with him (hes a taxi driver here) and I looove his wife, Nzha, shes around my age (forget how old) and has two children. She comes over to my house almost everyday, it’s great because shes super patient with me and laughs at my mispronunciations. I think her and I will be great friends. His daughter, Aiesha, also lives near me and shes awesome. I went over to her house the other day and she sent me home with bread and soup after stuffing me full-incase I got hungry when I was at home later. All in all the family is wonderful, for example: the power went out tonight, at about 7 (right before it gets dark) and before I even had time to freak out half the family was at my door explaining to me the power was out in all of Tidili. They then walked me to their house for lfdur and held me hostage until the power came back. They defiantly take great care of me, and I am so grateful to have such a great family so close by.  
  • Ramadan is almost over. Although I'm not fasting (see previous post) it will be nice to be able to drink water out in public again, it’s really hard when I have to go to souk (Main town and weekly market) and cant bring a water bottle. It will also be nice not to have to constantly argue why I’m not Muslim or fasting- most people wont argue with me and understand why I’m not fasting, but the occasional few will not drop the subject and it gets a bit frustrating. 
  • Last but not least, I went on a 22 hour hike with my site mate, Andy this week. We hiked to Sidi Fadma, which is supposed to be a 15 hour hike but between me being slow and us not knowing the exact path it ended up taking us quite a bit longer. We hiked for 12 hours the first day, slept on a rock by the river that night (more like froze my butt off, but whatever) and then hiked 10 hours the next day. It was a beautiful hike, but I was definatly not physically prepared for such a thing. The idea of a ‘path’ here in Morocco is not like in America, we were literally climbing up mountains and then sliding down them at a few points. And if you don’t know, I'm scared of heights, so there were a couple of panic attacks involved. But, I lived to tell the tale and that’s all that matters, right? On the hike we also met two amazing woman (they were carrying food for the cows on their backs up a mountain-literally!) but I seriously cant think of a day I’ve been here when I haven’t met amazing people- the people here inspire me everyday!
Whew- I think that’s enough for now… if you’ve got a minute write ME a message and let me know how YOU’RE doing back home, messages from home make me very happy!--- polen.angelica@gmail.com I love hearing from all of you! Love of love!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Ramadan Karim

Where do I even begin?! Let’s start with the important stuff—it’s Ramadan! What is Ramadan you ask?


Ramadan is a time of fasting for the Islamic people. Each day during this month, Muslims all over the world abstain from eating, drinking, smoking, as well as participating in anything that is ill-natured or excessive; from dawn until the sun sets. Fasting is intended to educate the Muslim in spirituality, humility and patience. It is a time to cleanse the soul, focus attention on God, and put into practice selflessness. Ramadan is a time for Muslims to fast for the sake of God and to put forward more prayer than is customary. During Ramadan, Muslims request forgiveness for sins in the past, pray for direction and assistance in abstaining from everyday troubles, and endeavor to cleanse themselves through self-control and great acts of faith. Fasting is one of the Five Pillars of the Islam religion, and one of the main types of Islamic worship. Restraint from everyday enjoyment and curbing wicked intentions and cravings are considered as an act of compliance and obedience to God, as well as amends for sins, faults, and mistakes. -http://www.whatisramadan.com

So now that you know the basics what does that mean for me living in a Muslim country? Well, fasting during Ramadan is compulsory for anyone who has reaching the age of pubery, so long as they are healthy, sane and have no disabilities or illnesses. The Qur'an makes exceptions for certain groups, like the elderly, chronically ill, mentally ill, travelers, pregnant woman, menstruating woman and nursing woman however if able, the days missed during fast this year must be made up next year…. So the big question…. Am I fasting? Nope. A lot of Peace Corps volunteers do fast, it’s a GREAT way to integrate into your community but not something I was prepared to do this year after being sick and having a trip to Spain planned during Ramadan… next year, however, is a different story.

So what happens during Ramadan? As you can imagine there are a lot of hungry, thirsty, nicotine deprived people out and about. Most people try to sleep as long as they can during the day, naps are taken by almost everyone during what would be normal lunch time (with extended hours so ‘lunch time’ now happens from about 12-4) and then not much is done again until break fast (lfdur, which literally translates to breakfast) at 7:30pm. At 7:30pm everyone eats dates, sweets, hariera (soup), juice, bread, jam, butter and anything else that the family can afford. Its great to see the whole family eating together around one big table… I’ve celebrated break fast with two families, my neighbors the first night and my landlords family more recently (they have come to my house every night asking me to come over again- which I will do tomorrow, inshallah (god willing). I love being included in the lfdur meal, its also been great since its summer time and everyone has family visiting from Europe or the big cities. Lfdur usually lasts about 30 minutes of stuffing your face and chugging water then regular dinner at about 10:30pm. After dinner everyone sleeps for a few hours until dawn at about 3:30am when the mosques all go off and everyone eats and drinks one last time until lfdur again at 7:30pm…. And that is how the 29-30 days of Ramadan are spent here in the bl3d (rural areas) of Tidili…

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The last few days....

I can breathe- finally.

The last couple days have been scary/long/exhausting/informative and pretty much everything in between. I won’t go into long details, it will just bore you and quite honestly I don’t want to re-live it all. But on Wednesday, at PPST (Post Pre Service Training) in Ouarazate I woke up to my back/side hurting. By lunch it really hurt and between walking from lunch to the room where we were staying I couldn’t breathe because I had a stabbing pain in my chest and was gasping for air. After some fellow PCVs called the PCMO (Peace Corps Medical Officer) I was driven to a surgical center for a quick check up to ensure whatever it was wasn’t life threatening. After a few hours of crying and pain they decided it wasn’t it something that would kill me so it was decided I would be driven to Marrakesh that night. We left for Kesh at about 4pm for the terrible, terrible tishka. I mean, it sucks normally, but add in pain in my chest and lack of breathing and well- it sucked. We got to kesh at about 10 and I was met by a Peace Corps Doctor who then told me we would be going to Rabat the next day. Its now Sunday and I’m still in Rabat. They had me connected to a heart monitor yesterday and I’ll get the readings from that and talk to the doctors tomorrow about the next step….

I feel SOOO much better now but this has defiantly made me think a little differently about my service. I mean, I always knew I was out in the middle of no where but this really just confirmed that. This happened to me in Ouarzazate, with Peace Corps staff and PC cars around, it really was the best possible situation. And all I could think when it happened was how far away I was from help if I REALLY needed it. But I guess that’s part of the gig right?

This whole situation made me think too- how LUCKY I am to be a Peace Corps Volunteer. Yes, I live in the bl3id (rural areas) like everyone else, but I’m with the Peace Corps. If something happens in morocco I’ll be drive by the gendarms or army to a safe area and flown out. If I get sick I see the best doctors in the big cities and have tests til someone figures out whats wrong with me. What if something like this happened to someone in my village? What would they do? Go to my sbitar to see my one overworked nurse? Would they have the money to transport themselves the 2-3 hours into Ouarzazate and then have the money to even see the doctor? Realistically, probably not.

I’m feeling better day by day, shaken up, but doing great. Tomorrow I learn the results of the heart monitor they had on me yesterday and then we make a game plan of what to do from there. Which will it be--- back to site or stay in Rabat some more? Only time will tell….