One Month Down.

Only 23 more to go.

After the Eid holiday I ate sheep twice a day for only about 6 days straight. Christmas Day I ate sheep head, just the way mama does it. It left something to be desired, as did the tongue and balls, but true to the Smith/Kerrigan family maxim, nothing was left untasted. For Christmas I did indeed bake oodles of sugar cookies, which have nothing in comparisn to the perfect cookies my host mother bakes, but helped spread Christmas cheer nonetheless. I filled ziploc bags with green and red icing and took them to the Dar Chebab to decorate with the kids. I played some christmas music and rather ineffectively explained the art of the paper snowflake. All in all, I would say it satisfied my desire for a real Christmas.

I New Yeared (Mick Huckabee's distate for candidates who use summer as a verb has inspired me to turn all of my vacations into verbs) in a surfing town called Taghazout, just outside of Agadir. I swam in the ocean on December 31st, but was not as brave as some of my friends who did so at midnight. Although there is an official holiday on the 31st and 1st in Morocco, there are no goings-on relating to the New Year.

Now I'm back in site, trying out a new schedule at the Dar Chebab, and beginning tutoring in Tashelhit. So with any luck I'll be speaking three languages rather poorly when I'm through here. In addition to the English teaching I'm hoping that we will have a music performance sometime soon, and perhaps an expanded girls soccer team.

Promise some more pictures soon.