Friday, May 13, 2011

Signing Off

It has been a whirlwind, emotional, fascinating, and exhausting four and a half months.  This last week was a true test of my endurance, with computer breaking, phone being stolen, computer breaking again, a lousy trip to the post office, atm trouble, and emotional goodbyes.  On top of all of that the weather never fell below 80 degrees, even at night.  With the brief internet connection and a few minutes of reflection, I leave you with this image.

I will be home in 30 hours, with 20 hours minimum of travel.  Only a few hours left to go, and they will be spent sleeping and having dinner with the family.  I have said goodbye to all of my friends and school.

Thank you, Morocco.

Signing off- Caitlin Guszkowski

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Last Week of Skype


Sometimes Skype is great, and in comparison to my connection while studying in Brazil, it opens up whole worlds of communication.  It is cheap and pretty consistent.  And then there are days...


Thank you, Nate, for showing me how silly I look in Morocco.

The End of a Chapter

Today Leah left Morocco.  We woke up at 5:45 and slowly she gathered the last of her things and said goodbye.  I just can't believe it is over and how much I have learned being a roommate.  That is one thing I didn't expect from the program, but appreciate wholeheartedly.

Yesterday was a very productive day for Leah and me.  We started out, a little sick from the night before, with a trip into the medina with our host mom.  In all honestly I haven't seen our host mom outside of the house since the day we moved in.  It is not that she doesn't go out, because she works five days a week, but I just don't leave the house with her.  So, it was pretty strange and cute.  She walked arm in arm with us and explained a lot of little things to me that I hadn't yet understood.  We bought nice saffron for $3 and she bargained a nice couscousier for me down to $12.  Happy mother's day to her!




After lunch and packing Leah and I headed back to the beach for some sun.  We brought lemon slices to lighten our hair and lived dangerously, showing skin up to our knees!

Later we went into the medina with Carson and Mackenzie for a last whirlwind affair with Moroccan food.  Hopefully none of us will have food poisoning today.  Smoothies, medina sandwiches, and snail soup were our dinner.  One bowl of snails was enough for all of us to share... at least we tried it?!  While eating and wandering, we headed to the cliffs to watch the sun set, and then wandered back through the medina at night when it is bustling.  Something special happened for me on those cliffs, which can't be expressed in pictures or words.  And what matters is those other three people understand.  Even if we never see eachother again, move to different parts of the country or the world and keep moving forward, that moment mattered.

So, Goodbye to Leah.  May we see eachother again, wherever we end up.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Best Day Yet!

It seems that every weekend someone claims that they are having their best day yet in Morocco.  I have said it before.  Usually I move the superlative up a little to say it is the best day, morning, or breakfast OF MY LIFE.  Those moments are the reason we are here.  New experiences, discoveries, and adventures.

Our courageous travelers, Leah and Rebecca.
Yesterday we spent the whole day celebrating our time in Morocco before my roommate, Leah, and our friend, Rebecca, leave.  They are taking off a little bit earlier than the rest of us, so it seemed like a nice opportunity to try some new activities together.  Leah decided on kayaking in the ocean.  So, right after our final exam in FosHa, we trooped over to the Atlantic Ocean for some kayaking.

Amelia giving the ocean some attitude.
We went to the Club Nautica in a bay just behind the old city.  Leah and Rebecca got out past the big waves for a fun time kayaking.  Then Mackenzie and Amelia got out on the water.  Soon Macarena and Catherine got out on the water and then in the water.  They flipped twice.  Our instructor then decided the waves were too rough for kayaking, so everyone headed back in and Macarena, Catherine, and I went swimming.  In our clothes we practiced the fine art of wave jumping and learned how to boogie board with our instructor.  The rest of our friends played beach soccer and sat on the beach.  Soon enough we had had enough sun and headed home to change and eat couscous.  
My tiny closet.  So soon we will have to part!
After a shower, Leah and I had a quiet afternoon of packing and napping.  For dinner we met up with everyone again for sushi.  After that indulgence we marched en masse to the ex-pat bar near school and shared wine all around.  It was one of those picturesque nights where no one gets belligerent, everyone laughs, people share funny stories, and there are no regrets.  Now we can look forward to meeting up on the other side of the ocean and recounting days like yesterday.
Our last sushi night.

Bye, Leah!!
No matter how much fun I had yesterday, inevitably I had one of those icky mornings that comes after so much "celebration".  Yet, while tossing and turning I had a waking second where I was washed with warm feelings and everything felt like it was sparkling.  When I remembered where I was, I realized that I thought I was at home, waking up in my Milwaukee bed.  Soon enough.
So, I hope you have a good day, a good weekend, and a good week enjoying where you are and the people you are with.  Time passes faster than you ever imagined it could so these moments can't last forever.
Clearly debauchery was on it's way.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Expect the Unexpected

Each day in Morocco we have worked towards learning the important skill of expecting the unexpected.  Today was my second to last day of normal class.  We had a guest speaker in French, Abdelfattah Kilito, an author whose book we read early in the semester.  Later I had a nice lunch and conversation with my friend, Adriane, made some weekend plans for the last week in Morocco, and set off for home.  Then I ran into a good friend, who I hadn't seen in quite a while.  



Khaled, who graciously accepted me and later me and friends, into his home for couscous and fun at the beach, was hanging around school.  We started talking and after a while we head into the medina for some adventuring.  I saw so many new things, and this is coming from someone who tends to head into the medina at least four times a week.  He showed me back alley malls where there were nicer clothes for cheaper than on the main drag.  I got to watch him do business for his shop back in Temara, and then we walked around the medina to the kasbah.  I had been at the kasbah only yesterday, but while up there we decided to head down to the other side of the shore.  


I had only been there once, early in the semester.  Now, almost four months later it was so different.  Not only is it hot, but it has huge waves.  Gorgeous waves that look as if they are trying to prove to you the true power of the Atlantic.  We had a great time and I came home sticky, sweaty, and exhausted, and with a few more memories for the pot.  I spent the whole day wandering, without thinking of the internet or home.  I guess the unexpected here is that there is still so much to notice all around me.  Tomorrow the gang is going kayaking and then out on the town.  It is time to celebrate our experiences and begin moving forward.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Took Myself For A Walk Today

The police have these cute
 umbrellas they stand under
when not controlling traffic.  CUTE!

With my fisheye camera in tow, I took myself for a walk today.  For the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I was a tourist.  But I was a hippie hipster tourist.  Which is sorta better than a run of the mill tourist.  Especially now that everyone thinks our country is insane.  I even had an acquaintance who I know only by brief encounters suddenly approach me to ask me what I think about "recent events".  We have to be very careful what we say, but it was nice of him to talk to me, at least!


Just found this while working on a picture project...

I think this was in Fez, but I can't be sure.  Under HAPPINESS it says "school of languages".  And the inner linguist in me smiles.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Rain, Rain, Go Away


When it rains like this on a Sunday night, I get this dinner delivered to my bedroom:

Yes.  It is a real chantilly cream filled mille feuille.  And cookies.  And hot chocolate.

But, don't feel too jealous, because it is raining like this, and I am under "house arrest" due to rain, fear from civil unrest, lack of activities because all of my classmates are still working on finals, and the warning sent out by the American Consulate due to certain actions taken by the US in Pakistan.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Daydreamer


The street behind my house where there was a riot on Friday night.
There are protests galore across Morocco today in honor of Labor Day.  I spent all of yesterday locked up at my homestay in fear of everything going on here, nowadays.  But there is only so much I can take.  As sweet as my family is, I am only in Morocco for another 12 days and I need to experience all that I can of the country.  So, instead of daydreaming of home in bed, today I am working on my final exam prep in a cafe with my roommate, drinking horribly sweet iced tea (pictures to come).
Showing Nate how happy I am (even though
my eyes are two different shapes) locked up at home.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Couscous: Check

Two of the three couscous related items on my bucket list were checked off in the past 24 hours.  The first was going to eat Senegalese couscous at Upstairs, an ex-pat pub in Rabat.  Moroccans told me it would be horrible. Americans told me it would be fantastic.  Turns out it was yummy and different.  Take that, Morocco!  It was spicy and that is just about as much as I can divulge until I live independently from Moroccans.

Moving on to the next check on my checklist: Learn to make KsKsou.  Well, today I learned.  It took four hours, but I learned.  It turned into a really interesting experience, with a lot of conversation with my host mom.  Turns out my French has gotten pretty good, and we can just talk for hours without frustration.  There is a lot of code mixing between French and Arabic, but in the end everything is understood and I finally feel comfortable expressing who I really am.  Turns out my host mom is just as much of a goof as my real mom and we had a real hands on learning experience, with me grabbing her glasses when they fogged up from steam, and helping carry huge patters and pots back and forth.  I think she thinks my name is Kelly, but I don't really care.

The recipe for Moroccan couscous goes something like this:

1) Pour the couscous (1 kilo) on a platter and mix with 1 Tbsp salt, 1 tsp pepper, and a pinch of saffron.  Then mix in 1/2 cup of oil and 1 cup of water.  Fluff the couscous with your hands so there are no lumps.

2) While the couscous sits, peel and slice in large chunks: 5 parsnips, 6 small zucchini, 4 carrots.
In another bowl cut up 4 large pieces of pumpkin (about 1/4 pumpkin), and 3 potatoes.
In another bowl grate 1 large onion.
In another bowl seed and slice 1 tomato.
Prepare a bundle of cilantro tied together with string.

3) Put cilantro bundle, onion, and 1 small cut up chicken in the bottom half of the couscous steamer (or a large pot).  Cover with sufficient salt, pepper, turmeric, and saffron.  Add 1 cup oil, 1 cup water.  Boil on medium low for 5 minutes.

4) Add 1 cup chickpeas, or other soaked beans, and grate in the flesh of one tomato.  Return to boil for 5 minutes.

5) Add 6-8 cups water and cover.  (Add a pinch of ginger)

6) Meanwhile, oil couscous steamer (colander top of traditional couscous pot) and add another cup of water to couscous which should have almost doubled in size across the past 45 minutes.

7) Place couscous in oiled steamer and add to pot when water is at a rolling boil.  Let steam for about 1/2 hour to 45 minutes.

8) Remove couscous, add veggies (not including pumpkin, potato, and tomato) to chicken broth, and cover.  Place couscous in the platter, fluff again with 2 more cups of water, and return to steamer.  Place steamer on pot again.

9) 45 minutes later, repeat process.  Add remaining vegetables to the pot and fluff couscous with only 1 cup of water.

10) 1 hour later remove couscous a final time.  Strain veggies through a colander and reserve the broth.  Add 1/2 cup butter to couscous and allow to melt while fluffing.  Add a cup or two of broth, depending on consistency.


11) Place couscous in serving dish and form into a volcano shape.  Place chicken pieces in center and surround with vegetables.  Pour broth into bowls and place all on table.  Eat with large spoon.  Bs'ha (to your health!)!


( Also, try one of these fruits if you are ever in Morocco: nefle. Yum!)

Favorite Picture

I was asked today if there was a picture that I considered my favorite from my trip.  I think this is the one I feel best sums up the beautiful and absurd time I have had here.  My mom actually printed it out at home when I was hoping she would pick another one, but Mom is always right.  Here it is:  me sitting in the desert at sunset, wearing a djellaba and turban, and laughing hysterically about nothing in particular.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Evil Eye

Yesterday I commented to a friend how it was odd that I haven't been anywhere near as sick as most people in the program.  She desperately tried to find some wood to knock on for my "bad mojo" behavior.  She claims the superstition of Morocco has been wearing off on her.  Friends left and right are jumping out of the way of black cats and knocking on wood.  I usually hate this kind of behavior, but lately I wonder if they are right.

While I know that the spread of the Islamic Revolution has taken most of the Middle East and North Africa by surprise, I am no longer worried about it coming here.  I am, however, now superstitious and worried about my safety in this country for other reasons.  Bizarre coincidences.  If you are my grandma, dad, or other members of the extended bubble of concern for my safety, stop reading here.

I had planned on not sharing anything worrisome on this blog for the unnecessary fears it might provide my family with.  I've been scared, though, by recent news.  Has anyone ever found out that after leaving some location other people were killed or the place exploded?  Well, now it has happened to me.  Twice.

To begin with two weeks ago a distant Moroccan friend of mine was sitting in a cafe with a few friends, just talking and having a nice afternoon.  This was the same cafe that I took my mom to on our long walk about in Tanger, Cafe Hafa.  However, unlike our experience, this time a mentally unstable man ran in and yelled "God is Great" and stabbed this friend in the back and killed his roommate.  My friend is now doing better, and the family of his friend is recovering.

The infamous view from Cafe Hafa
Today I received similar news.  This weekend I was in Marrakech with school and in the main square I found some incredible ice cream.  Cinnamon ice cream that tasted like Cinnamon Toast Crunch.  So good that I had to go back.  Twice.  And well, I am glad that I came home this week because had I stayed, I might have blown up with the cafe.  This morning, in a freak gas accident, the cafe exploded.  It killed 10 people including many tourists.  

So, are freak accidents following me?  I am not superstitious, but I have started wearing the "hand of Fatima", a symbol that protects me from the "evil eye".  And try not to worry, I will be home in 15 days.

This Semester in Music

I am now going to attempt to share music with you from my time here.  Most of it is not actually Moroccan, but it is all really good.

To begin with, this is my all time favorite band from my travels in Morocco.  Tinariwen is a band from Mali which has made it their personal goal to preserve Tuareg culture and spread their fight for power through song.  If you find this music as beautiful as I do, you should check out the music that my own Moroccan friends (really my desert tour guides) are making here: Imodda.

This song is epically popular across the generations in Morocco.  The song is actually Algerian, but the bilingualism is relate-able across North Africa: Cheb Khaled

Although most young people listen to American pop music (which is unfortunately from the early 2000s or 90s- total time warp), there is some attempt to make their own pop music.  Here is an R&B artist from Rabat, Ahmed Sultan.

For something a little more traditional, there is El Houssaine Kili with some beautiful Islamic songs.

I may have mentioned "trance" in here somewhere, particularly while traveling for spring break.  Trance is a type of spiritual dance which is associated with gnawa music.  It is Berber in nature, but has been adapted into some sort of outlying Moroccan tradition across time.  What i mean is... hippies love it.


Rouicha is a traditional Berber musician who our Berber professor introduced us to.  I find the music a little hard to follow from my western music training, but I think the womens voices are hauntingly beautiful.  

Packing it in

So I may, out of shear boredom, have packed up all of my stuff the other afternoon just to make sure all of my purchases would fit into my suitcases.  With one extra bag it all fit with room to spare.  I think.  It made me think about this:
My packing job leaving home

And how much I want to see this again:
My boys

But also how much I will miss this:

And this:

And this:

So, I am having some conflicting feelings about the next 15 days.  I guess I'd better get out there and appreciate life. 
Also, really like the 10 dirham piece.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Barca For the Win!

Barcelona just won a soccer match, the streets are going nuts, and I am working on organizing pictures from my trip.  I got to go down and watch part of the game in a cafe, where male fans are pouring out on all sides.  It was incredibly entertaining.  Unfortunately, I do not have any pictures of a soccer match to go with this little comment, but I did find a picture I took in Chefchaouen of a goat on a soccer bleacher.  


Baaaa (16 days to go, in case you're counting).