2 Dog Attacks- 1 Dead Body- Caftan Shopping- Other Random Stuff

Dog Attack-#1

While taking a weekend get away in May, I had a house sitter come to watch Sammi and Finster. I joined a website called Trustedhousesitters.com. What a great thing! Go feed Fido in Greece and stay in their house for free! So many people want to come and see Morocco, but I needed to be very selective. I found an older woman from New Zealand come to watch my dogs for 4 days. As you can imagine I was nervous as all hell. Having my ex-husband crap out on helping me take care of our dogs has left me in a tough predicament. Anyhow…she contacted me everyday and told me things were going ok. I felt relieved and tried to enjoy my time.

I came home and saw 2 scabs on Sammi. What happened I asked?

She told me just yesterday a stray black dog came out of no where and attacked him!

WTF??? Are you serious? She said she was completely startled, naturally, and picked him up by his collar in an effort to save him. Holy Crap!

So off to the vet for an emergency vet visit we go! Not a fun way to come back from a vaca but glad he was ok. Two shots, 10 days of antibiotics and 1,000 Dirhams later…I know it wasn’t her fault but Sammi recovered just fine.

one of his puncture wounds...

It sorta looks like the doc is giving Youssef a shot in the butt! Ha! 

Blue antibiotic spray…
the font and back teeth both punctured poor lil Sammi! 

Dog Attack-#2

This time I was with the dogs! Youssef, another friend, and I were walking the dogs near the apartment as we normally do. In the distance I see a dog chained to a big boulder. I immediately said to Youssef (who was walking Finster) 'pick up the dog.'

Next thing you know the dog comes charging towards us! “Youssef pick up the dog”…3x now… ”YOUSSEF PICK UP THE FREAKING DOG!!!!”….Good Lord, for some reason he never did. As we have discussed many times after the incident, he claims that he was trying to talk to the owner (and all I see is the dog running towards us, boulder, chain, and all!). And to no fault of his….everything really happened SO fast. Obviously, I have encountered similar situations over the years, and my first instinct is to scoop them both up as they weigh 25 pounds in total. 

Anyway what happened next was really quite a scene. The dog came CHARGING at Finster and at the last minute Youssef did pick up the dog, but by his collar around his neck in an effort to save him. Next thing you know, the leash snapped!
Now leaving Finster on the ground with this massive dog on top of him. Holy freaking crap!!!…I was screaming! “Get my dog!!!””…GET MY DOG!!!!...and because I became mother bear, I got tangled into the mess, not caring about my body and what was happening.
Youssef also went into crazy mode and was kicking the dog and trying to pull the dog off Finster.

As this was happening, I suddenly realized the dog had a muzzle on!!!! And although his body and mouth were on top of Finster he wasn’t actually biting him! The sounds were terrifying enough though! After what seemed liked an eternity, Finster was free! My God!!!!

I began walking away (btw, I was holding Sammi in my arms this entire time) don't ask how.
And then felt pain set in, in different places all over my body.

PS- I looked down to see what it was, and low and behold, I was a mess. After analyzing all the wounds, and speaking to Youssef about what the hell just happened we think some of the wounds were caused by him (not on purpose of course)! OMG…I was standing behind him and may have sustained some of his back jabs!
I think the blood was from scrapping my knees in the street…who knows!
We sorta chuckled at the whole thing as he kept asking 'what the heck was I doing Behind him?'
He kept saying, you didn't let "me" handle it. I kept insisting, that instinct took over, and then needed to explain to him the term "mother bear"….omg.
Only me. lol

This was def from Youssef…poor guy felt TERRIBLE about it.

I didn't even feel it as it was happening! 

Care Packages are the best!
I know its all American crap….but when you can't get it….something makes you want it.
I actually have NEVER had Ramen noodles…hmmmmm….lol

Spirit Week!
Friday was 'dress in traditional clothing'….they are so cute!

Me in my gandora. 

The gandora was given to me as a gift from Youssef's father upon meeting him. Shocked, surprised, and grateful to have received it. :)

The gandora like the Djellaba is a traditional Moroccan robe.The differance being the Gandora has no hood and short sleeves.

Youssef is wearing a robe you usually see men in the Sahara wear, head scarf included to protect from the sun. 

Getting artsy on the terrace…

What I love about the city is all the fresh fruit you find in the streets! Taste before you buy, is no problem, and mostly encouraged! The green things are figs. I have never had them fresh like that. Usually they were dried. Actually….now that I think of it…I never even seen a fresh fig before. :) For a whole bag it cost like 50 cents!

No 7-Elevens…
Fresh fruit stop on the way to work.

Is he really getting an apple for the teacher? Awww….

Yeah!!! My hammock arrived! Holy Smokes! This thing is SO comfortable! Its a double….and someone is inside already.

 Good times at the end of the year. I became very good friends with the French teacher…and look forward to more trips to Paris to see her. Sometimes its hard to connect with people…but when you do…..you know the friendship will be forever lasting!

Did I mention he's a great dancer? :)

Ok, the dead body story….

For as long as I can remember, whenever I see a bag in the road I think of a dead body. Don't know why…I just do.

Soooo…One day while driving in the car with Youssef on the way to work, I see a bag.
Ummm…"Youssef what's coming up in the road?"
He barely replies as he is driving.
Of course he is also unaware of my 'dead body in the bag' fear.

As we get closer and closer and closer….I see a foot hanging out and start to scream.
"PULL OVER AND CALL THE COPS!!!"
He is like, what are you talking about????
I rambled quickly, that my whole life I have thought, that one day I would see a body in the bag and here it IS!!!
Again, he has no idea what I am saying as I am talking a mile a minute.
I asked him to turn around and go peek at the bag. 
Hellzzz no…I wasn't getting out!

After we laughed and confirmed that I am making HIM go look at the body….
He reported back that it was some kind of animal.
What?
Who would do such a thing? Are you sure?
"Tell me what you saw"….Give me details….lol
This picture was taken months later as I could barely go near it. 
I still don't know what it is….and grateful its not human. 
I always knew that I was not cut out to be a CSI agent. This confirmed it. 


Time for a wedding! (Not mine) lol

Youssef has an identical twin brother who is getting married in the beginning of August. I feel honored to have been invited to this special event. A real Moroccan wedding! Wow! 

"You have to get a special dress" he says.

Ummm…..like what?

A caftan of course. 

What's a caftan?

It's fancier than a gandora. 

We went shopping and truth be told I sorta felt silly in these dresses.

While they are beautiful in style and color….it made me feel like I was in a costume for Halloween.

Oh man….do I have to wear one?

Muslim woman do NOT show their bodies off as American women do.

Lots of thoughts were going through my mind just in the thoughts alone, as to why American women dress, and show off so much.

Youssef and I have had numerous conversations on this and will take about another time. But in the end, I feel he is right. It was really quite startling to me as I have never seen it from his point of view. Naturally living my whole life in the US, why would I. 

Anyway…I got the dress!

This is just the sleeve of it. It is really quite beautiful and enjoyed the hunt trying to find one that I felt happy and comfortable in.

I'm suppose to get henna done on my hands a day or two before the wedding.

Stay tuned….next I have to learn to dance like a Moroccan woman. :)

Reflection and Redirection

June in Morocco

I made it. I taught my first year abroad! Totally crazy how the time flew! This year has had SO many ups and downs both professionally and personally, it would take a long time to write about it…although a great book it would make! I’m giving the highlights and keeping it clean….damn there is so much I want to say!

I have often said if video cameras were at our school it would make for a fantastic, addicting reality show! Who is a not friend with who anymore, who’s sneaking around with you, who totally went off on the secretary for something that would be easily done in the states. (There were many who did this…including me.) She’s an idiot…sorry, that part is true. And let’s not forget the art teacher who slapped and cursed out the headmaster and was escorted off the property, and then shipped home. Yes, it’s true. I even saw his belongings outside the apartment building on the ground….I’m telling you, a money making reality show!

I suppose I would be part of it as well., ‘The NY teacher who’s now dating the head of admissions, a young Moroccan man’. I always say, you can’t help whom you fall in love with. And when it's right…it's right. 

Learned a lot is an understatement. For all of us who have just completed our first year, the good times were good, and the bad times were pretty bad. While people’s friendships have shifted and changed, we all seem to remain supportive to one another because we all at times feel a little lost, a little alone, and making our way in our now, new homes.

June is always a good month in my profession. It marks the end of the year. The kids are generally happy, and a bit wild. This did not change being overseas.  We had a field trip to Terre D'Amanar which was pretty exciting and scary for me. Zip lining? Sure, I’ll try it! 

http://www.terresdamanar.com

Swing my fat ass from tree to tree while dangling from the cables you say? Ah!
My students were so supportive as I screamed the whole way!

Equivalent to the black diamond course. Holy Shit! 

 Beautiful sights along the way~

Got a kick out of this sign...

Youssef and I have made more trips to the square and he continues to show me where to get the best of things. It also is a place you can’t help but whip out your camera. It is especially magical at sunset, my favorite time to go.

He insisted on me holding a snake…a very touristy thing to do…and we did it. 

No pics with the monkey…I think its cruel to have them on chains…I could barley look at it. 

This is the guy that sells cups of water to drink. Yes, its an old tradition that still exists here however I brought my own bottle. I just paid him for a pic. 

The water is kept cool in a pouch made of goat skin. A yummy flavor I'm sure. 

I actually have begun to know my way around the windy, twisty paths myself.

Amazing! Just 10 months ago I thought I would never get out alive once entering the maze of colors, textures, and bustle of the souks. Now it’s walk in the park. 

Come, let me show you where to get the best olives!

They let you taste before you buy….yum!

Good thing I love olives!

Fresh mint for your tea! 

Turn right at the mint shop, and left at the sheep head….

Will never try!

Our favorite potato and egg place! A must try sandwich when coming to Kesh.

Sammi and Finster are doing just fine! They quickly adapted to a routine we have developed and Finster as always, leads the way on and off the elevator.

They enjoy basking in the warm sun on the balcony. 

Sammi before grooming…my little matted rat. 

Crazy Finster wanting to get the hell outta there….after his much needed cut and blow.

There is a French woman who cuts them in her shop and simply adores them. I don't know what she is saying when I enter and exit, but I know they are well taken care of while getting their baths. The bad news is the price is about the same as in NY. Poodle up keep, is not cheap!

My lil Prince Sammi after his grooming. Youssef likes them better without the fluff. 

My 2 handsome dogs….love them to bits! Sammi always smiling for the camera. 

 We searched for the perfect platter for our tabletop while he did all the negotiating of course. I admire the amount of patience he has. Good God, the souks at night are crowded and smelly, and when he purposely walked me into a chicken coop area where birds are stuffed in cages like sardines in a can, I wanted to kill him!

Trying to get just the right size platter/table. 

Making the balcony a bit cozier with more Moroccan touches. 

Breakfast of champions on the terrace. 

Yeah for cycling! We did a ride around Marrakech for a fundraiser. Felt so great to be back on the bike!
I will be buying one in August.

A bunch of us entered in an amazing race type of scavenger hunt through a café we all frequent. The owner as I may have mentioned before is a native of Long Island, Wantagh I believe. She was a former teacher at ASM. She met and married a Moroccan and opened Café du Livre. A good time was had by all! 

Clue #1 will be given to you after you get a henna tattoo with the word Morocco.

Team picture! What a fun day! 

One of the things I do NOT like about Marrakech are the way the mules and donkeys look and are treated. I can't even write about it, it makes me sad. I learned there is an organization called SPANA to help these and other stray and mistreated animals.

https://spana.org/country/morocco

Anyway…I was told by an expat who now lives in Marrakech that if you tell the man that you are going to report him to the police if he doesn't treat his donkey well, that they actually listen.

Sooooo….one night while walking through the souks, I said something. Of course I did my acting out of a mule dying of thirst and then made Youssef tell them that I WORK for Spana! Well, wouldn't you know, the man immediately took off the donkeys harness and the thing in its mouth!!! 

The animal then turned and looked at me! Almost like saying thank you! I was going to cry! :(

I was thinking of getting a badge made of some sort. SPANA police…that's me!

I recently rescued a dog near my apartment that look like Shilo! Ugh….can't take it! 

I continue to embrace all that comes my way and throughly enjoyed having this experience.

Next year I asked to teach 3rd grade for several reasons and really look forward to a great year!

At least I know what to expect and not to expect!

So for now, reflection and relaxation in the summertime!

Bring on the fun!

:)