ghadi ngoulha L mamak

That's Moroccan Arabic for I'm going to tell your Mama! I am particularly proud of this phrase, I just learned it a few minutes ago. Hopefully, I won't need it again for a while, but it would have come in handy yesterday! I also know la, which is no and bswiya for slow down. Kids are kids all over the world it seems.

What to say, what to say. Yesterday was our tour of Rabat and at some point our driver hit the car ahead of him in the cities largest round about, causing a huge traffic jam of exhaust and honking. The funny thing is that none of us felt anything happen and only a couple of us noticed the driver of the car we rearended come and yell at Ismail. In fact, if it weren't for the cracked radiator which prevented us for going more than a kilometer at a time we wouldn't have known we had been in an accident. About halfway home, smoke started coming out of the van, so we abandoned ship and got taxi's. This is all after getting scammed by one of my kids in the morning ( which is why I learned my handy new words) and a great afternoon of sightseeing.

The morning started out a bummer, because Ayeman wasn't there and Bessima another cutie was too ill to play. So, I had a whole new crew of little ones. Despite one of my sweet ill children trying to pull one over on me by taking my book; I retrieved the item, much to his dismay, on my way out of the ward. I think I won even though I lacked the appropriate words. But, now I am fully ready! Today, still no Ayeman, but Bessima is feeling better and back to her bossy self correcting my pronunciation of colors.

The sightseeing yesterday afternoon was fantastic. We toured Rabat (pre-accident) and the ruins of Chellah. Chellah is a Roman and Arabic ruin and probably one of the most relaxing places on earth. We also visited the tomb of Mohammed V and got dizzy from the intensity of tilework on every surface. I found it very beautiful. I've got lots of little paintings ahead of me.