I am slowly but surely easing into the Moroccan culture. It has not been easy for me. However, I am trying my hardest to embrace these changes.
I have officially started my volunteer work. Once I arrive, I immediately walk into the bathroom area. Here, I find other volunteers and teachers already bathing and dressing the students. I am still have a hard time bathing them because I feel uncomfortable doing so. However, I do help clothing them.
Due to the language barriers, it is difficult to communicate with the student’s one on one. Some I have picked up on what they like, for instance, Jamal likes to play “patty cake,” clap, and laugh, Ali likes to be pushed around in his wheel chair and is picky about his route, and Nadia loves to eat! Sadly, all of the students I am currently working with are either blind, mentally challenged, autistic, or both. All have been found in either trash cans, forests, or in abandon homes. I am still trying to find my place in the orphanage.
My host family was able to take me and Emily to a private beach. It was breath taking! The waves where huge and the water was freezing cold. I quickly noticed that it was infested with men. If there happened to be a woman, she would be covered head to toe or wearing jeans and a long sleeve, sitting under an umbrella. This was unusual for me because back home there would be a good balance of men and women, not to mention that less clothes at the beach is encouraged. However, because it was a private beach, I was able to wear my bathing suit with little to no problem.