Goodbye Love, Goodbye
(Written 8 days ago on the bus ride from Fez to Chefchaouen)
It is misty/ foggy outside. We are driving through the Moroccan country side. At one point it was so foggy that we could only see a few feet ahead of us. Passing cars seemed to appear out of thin air. We are on our way to Chefchaouen, home of blue washed walls and the famous sweaters that Alexis wants so much to buy.
Last night I had a lump in my throat and could not go to sleep because of it. I did not realize how attached to my host family I am. This morning before I left my host mom brought me a kinder bueno (my fav candy) and a pomagranite for the road. I did not think that it would be so hard to leave; I wanted to cry.
Yesterday my host sister and I went to Fez Jideed to buy gifts and later to the monster super market whose lair lies on the outskirts of Fez to buy dessert supplies. We exausted ourselves trying to find the perfect Jllaba and then were reenergized by super market chocolate and the idea of making the perfect chocolately dessert that night.
At dinner we spent 2 hours creating the most amazing Moroccan pizza. I watched and learned as my host sister kneaded the thick crust and sauteed the onions. I learned how to make the egg and cheese topping and when the time came, I ate 1/2 of one of the three amazing pizzas that we made. Finally we finished off dinner with a chocolate icecream/mouse dessert that was topped with caramel so dark it looked like dark chocolate.
I am going to miss my host mom. I am going to miss my host dad. They called me their daughter and took care of me when I was sick. My host dad taught me arabic at dinner. I watched late night movies with my host mom and my host dad would bashfully bring me blankets and warn me not to go barefoot because of the cold. I miss my 4 year old host brother; dance moves, butterfly kisses, and his asking my host mom if he could marry me. I miss my host sister, her passion for cooking anything from cinnamon sugar pasta to my favorite moroccan pizzas. And I miss Fez: Arabic lessons, pottery ISP, taxi rides that were an adventure in themselves, ancient medina, hidden couryards... everything
So, Goodbye Love, Goodbye.