Monday, October 5, 2009
Growing up every summer before I started going to summer camp, I would go to Casablanca to visit my mothers family. I was their little American and they took such good care of me, that being send it is a major culture shock. Besides the engagement of my beautiful cousin Fiona, the best part is the shopping.Unlike most girls I HATE SHOPPING, i let Katherine and Joyce dress me, or I would be in sweats everyday. The outdoor market has great little trinkets and furniture combined with bargain pricing. I always tried to deny my heritqge because physically a freckled pale brunette doesnt really fit in, but this trip brought be back to my roots. The arabic:french humor is like none other, they love to scream and then love each other 10 mins later, you can never say they are not passionate. I highly recomend the trip, just do NOT dye your hair with henna i once did it and was carrot top orange.
Posted by sr at 11:51 AM