Hello from Casa!
I’m writing this to you while eating a cookie in a host family’s apartment in Casablanca.
It’s a new host family, just for a night, while we spend the weekend here.
They have a gorgeous multi-level apartment.
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Today we went to visit Addictest’s counterpart in Casablanca, and then after having breakfast there, we went to eat Tajine (popular traditional Moroccan food) on La Corniche, which is a famous seaside boulevard here.
Right now things have settled down. The call to prayer is sounding, and my host family has settled back into their lives around us. The older brothers help with setting the table. The mother takes care of her grandchild, who Jes has busied herself with entertaining.
After lunch, Jes and I walked through the Casablanca Medina. You know, I was looking forward to the idea that talking about race might be something I could leave behind in the US, but oh, how it follows us, my friends. As Jes and I walked through the Medina, all I heard directed at me as the shop owners tried to lure me in was, “Brasilia! Brasilia! Psst! PST! PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Where you from?”
It felt like undergoing a million body and facial recognition scans all at once. The infamous question of my life has now officially followed me from the US, to Brazil, and now to Morocco.