11 Side Effects I Had as a Traveler in Morocco
1. I don’t need words to communicate.
Morocco is a country of Arabic and French. Besides a few phrases of broken French I was able to unearth from my memories of high school, there wasn’t always a way to talk to people. When staying with a family there, one night I was in the kitchen making couscous with the mother of the family. Neither of us was able to speak to each other, besides the odd word in my horrible broken French, but luckily the making of couscous transcends languages. She gestured what she needed me to do as the music on the radio played in the background. Add the water like this, mix it with your hands like that… This pattern between us became almost rhythmic and we soon had a fully formed tagine of couscous and veggies.