Flyers, Donuts, and Casa (blanca, that is)

There is nothing like getting to know a place: you find your breakfast spot, as well as the best couscous ever, and the locals start to ignore you because they keep seeing you over and over again. Things really start to feel normal...until everything isn't (again).

Flyers

The school we had been hoping to be a part of in El Jadida is, well, still getting started back up after shutting down as a result of COVID. So what does that mean for us? Hmm, great question, my friends. It means NOTHING TO DO! All.day.long. 

Thankfully, however, one day we got to pass our flyers. And when I say "we," I really mean Sila. That boy is a pro with handing out flyers. He, in fact, loved it, which was great because Conan and I were dreading it (side note: when people try to hand you something in the street--a concert flyer or anything else--just take it. What's the worst that could happen?). In fact we actually bribed Sila with a fresh donut if he would pass out flyers. Sila, being a reward-child, was game, and not only did he pass out his flyers, he passed out ours. A win-win all around. We also really got to interact with the local people below our "apartment" (cough, beds in a school classroom), making some new friends as a result of our flyer-passing-out evening.

Donuts

If you really know me, you know that I'm not much of a sweets person, and donuts generally don't impress me. But not these donuts. These donuts are amazing. They're hot, chewy, and covered in fresh granulated sugar. Ah-maze-ing. 

Casablanca

After a late-night scare of someone breaking into our apartment (not what actually happened--it was our Workaway host, Harim, crashing on one of the extra beds), we decided El Jadida wasn't the spot for us. We LOVED the town overall and developed a good routine of working out in the morning while Sila played on the dilapidated basketball hoop, visiting the beach, and finding good local food. However, there was just no sense of purpose for us.

So after Harim scared the bejeezus out of us, we left the next day for the downtown Casa school. Having stayed in two of his "apartments," we decided to rent a hotel for this current week. This was a delicate cultural dance we had to do in order to not offend, but here we are in downtown Casablanca and supposed to work with students tonight. Wish us luck, my friends.

So that's where we are and, in general, what we have been doing since my last post. Our mental state, however, is a bit on the decline. Again, it's as if Conan and I have never traveled before. We're definitely calibrating and trying to figure out how to not just survive but thrive this year. Being on the road like this is hard. Very hard. But, we're learning and trying to be patient. We've even developed a mantra: Go where we want to go; stay where we want to stay; see what we want to see; do what we want to do. Prolific, for sure! Hah.