Hash Street

Okay, so no one knosw street names around here, not even the Moroccans. Luckily, we have come up with an alternative naming system. We just give every street a name that we think makes sense. So for example, the street that always smells like fish and has all the fish markets on it= fish street. Simple. So there is main street, souq street, etc. Well, I live on hash street. No, seriously. The corner of my street appears to be weed headquarters for the medina. There are super creepy guys hanging around there all the time, and exchanging money for small plastic bags. In my utter naivete, I did not realize what was going on until someone pointed it out to me the other day. I guess I just thought it was normal for five or more creepy guys to stand on the street corner and make discreet purchases. I know, I know, its sad....

On another note, I have discovered that trying to teach makes you a much better student. Like, I have a new appreciation for the frustration of trying to teach a language class where some students are fluent, some understand nothing, and everyone else is somewhere in between. I know that whatever I try to teach is below some peoples level and above others. And I get so frustrated when I spend so much time preparing for a class and no one bothers to study their notes. It drives me nuts!! I think this summer will make me a much more understanding and appreciative student! On the other hand, there is so much satisfaction when you explain something well and everyone gets it. Today, I took a while to explain ponytails...as in, pony+tail....when everyone finally got it I was so excited!

Last night was Drews last night, so we went to the Kasbah and took pictures. On Saturday we had a little fiesta on the terrace of Helen and Sawsen's house, which was a lot of fun. Overall, it was a really good weekend and a great way to say goodbye to the people leaving.