I went to the beach last weekend, and the jump from dirty, busy Rabat to a community of gorgeous villas that could have been transported from Santa Barbara was a bit shocking. Of course it was beautiful, and we all decided we want to do our independent studies on beach culture. This is Lauren’s future house:
Interestingly (and very happily observed) men’s interactions with us were very different. Though we still had a few creepers, most of the guys tried to get our attention in ways that would be pretty acceptable in the US—things like throwing threw their ping-pong ball though our group and then taking off their shirts once they had our attention. We finally got a schedule (though they’ve already changed it). Now if they would just give us a syllabus…
I’m ashamed to say I now have a twitter account. But I swear it wasn’t voluntary! We changed lecturers in our Morocco class, and the new one is VERY technophilic…in unexpected ways for a university professor. For our class, he wants us to join and comment every day on a facebook discussion group, and follow him on twitter. He spent a good half an hour of class explaining Twitter and reading us the tweets of various people he follows. And now we’re facebook friends…
And last of all, best pick-up line of the week: (said by some stranger on the street as I passed) “I’ve dreamed of you every day and every night.”
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