Everything’s been going well here. Except for the fact that it gets really cold at night (the buildings are designed to keep the cold in which apparently is a blessing during the summer). Thankfully, I have a questionably sheepskin blanket and traditional Moroccan slippers called babouche that are emblazoned with two sabres. Day to day, I’ve been getting into my groove, doing Arabic and English tongue twisters with Latifa, and teaching my family about crockpots.
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