Three weeks time has a strange feeling of being such a long while and simultaneously such a short time, but I am just beginning this whirlwind of a semester and just starting to get a feel for my new courses, my new roommates, and my new city—Meknes—and new country—Morocco. These first few weeks of new culture and customs have been overwhelming and exhilarating. Modernity is not foreign in Morocco, but total abandonment of tradition and antiquities of the culture are not acceptable. Morocco is a beautifully diverse space: a North African country with European influence and Islamic and Arabic traditions, all of which can be observed in the movements of daily life. That is one of the most stunning things about this place, because while things have evolved, nothing--no part of history or culture--has been forgotten.
I'm having a horribly difficult time accepting that there is no drip coffee anywhere. While Moroccan espresso is top notch and serves as a fine caffeine fix, I have dreamed of the hand of God coming down and placing a large pot of freshly brewed coffee in front of my caffeine-deprived, but beaming, face. My lovely roommates and I have adopted mint tea as our new beverage of choice for the duration of our stay. Typically, Moroccan mint tea is filled with sugar and spices—I consider it to be the equivalent of southern sweet tea—but we have made it our own by steeping mint leaves in our scolding hot water, drinking it until we are hydrated and happy. It's amazingly refreshing and a habit I will definitely be bringing home.