Weekend Away

So this past weekend was a “free weekend” for us trainees. My CBT group, along with another group and some other stragglers headed up to Tinerhir (said most closely to tan-rear, and involving some annoying throat hacking). It was definitely nice to get away from the whole studying every minute of every day lifestyle. And at the same time, we were forced to learn, which was.. oddly enjoyable.

We stayed at a cheaper hotel that was recommended by past and present volunteers, which ended up working out very well. The arabic/french/english speaking hosts were very nice, helpful, and even entertained us on the roof with some live music, (I did at one point get in on the drums, which I don’t know why I never went professional, I was pretty awesome). So the night was just a relaxing, hanging out with everyone, talking about our experiences and getting some food type of ordeal.

The next day we got out to check out the gorges that we were told were spectacular. I can only assume the word got out, because though the gorges themselves were beautiful, they were very commercialized. Which put a damper on the whole walk through. There was a hotel and restaurant in the middle, next to a paved road that ran through the entire length of the gorge. But, all in all, they were beautiful and it was really cool to go see.

So afterwards we headed back to the hotel, and then towards the bus station to head back to our CBT sites. I wish I could insert a funny or interesting story right about now, but it wasn’t too lively of an adventure. Although, when I finally did get home- I was talking to my mom and brother and the word “baby” was brought up. And when my brother told me to come with him, I’m following thinking their neighbor had a baby. My mistake, we went into our make-shift barn and I was introduced to the family’s new baby calf! And then I was laughed at when I asked what it’s name was. Come on, I’d name it- I don’t get why that’s so strange! Unless they plan on eating it and don’t want to get too attached...

Tomorrow we head back to civilization. This means internet, a bed, a hot shower, a most importantly, a toilet. Okay, I take that back, a hot shower definitely beats out a Western toilet these days. My theory is as long as there’s some TP, I’m golden. But no hot water or shower, ugh!!

HOLY CANNOLI I forgot about my LHmmam experience!! Okay. I won’t go into details, because, I honestly don’t think it’s necessary. I can only describe what is the public bath house as, a hardcore girls locker room. And when they say “You get my back, I’ll get yours,” they literally mean it. It was definitely an experience; I would totally do it again (I got the best exfoliation I have ever had- and yes I did it myself, don’t worry), but I am now aware of what goes on and will have a better routine when I head there the next time.

With that being said, I’m off to go socialize. My Grandma just got back from the sbitar (clinic) and there’s a bunch of people here welcoming her home. And I’m being all emo in my room writing a blog, so I’m outtie!