bab doukkala, Dar Basyma, fatima, marrakech, medina, Morocco, riad
There are rules in Morocco. Or at least ways of life. And I’m just learning them. Some of them.
One day, I excitedly walked out of Dar Basyma and around the corner a few feet to see if my friends were arriving yet. I was excited because these were my first friends to visit whilst I was also there.
Apparently I did a bad thing. I noticed a neighborhood girl watching me not with smiling eyes, but with a judgy look. I knew I had done something wrong but didn’t yet know what.
When we left the house later that day, the girl (whom I now know is Fatima) grabbed my Moroccan male companion and whispered something in his ear. To me he said, “You wore your house shoes outside earlier. She’s telling me you’re supposed to wear your house shoes inside only and wear your outside shoes outside only.”
That’s when I knew I was being watched. Scrutinized and judged. I turned and gave her the stink eye, and then I laughed. She laughed back and that was that!
Marlene Shortridge said:
HOW DID SHE KNOW WHICH SHOES WERE WHICH? MOM
Because they were slippers. Clearly not shoes you’d wear outside.
Charlene Saulnier said:
Oh Jane! This looks and sounds like a heavenly place. You’ve truly made a life for yourself there and the characters are prople whom I suspect I’d love to meet! What a place and what a lively way you have about yourself.
I need details. How to ge there. The cost. The accommodations. Touring in the area.
Charlene, thanks for your wonderful comment! Morocco is quite something’s big and life there I ter sting! I love that you’re reading my blog! You can stay at Dar Basyma whenever we’re avsilable and I can help you plan a trip to Morocco as a whole! How about you send me an email and we’ll start talking about it: Jane.email@example.com. I can tell you so much about this wonderful place! 😘