How Does He Do That?

Happy 4th from the fishbowl, friends.  Tonight let’s talk about coincidences, shall we?

First was the event with the Hanoot owner.  We asked if he had any bread, he said no.

Second, there were the little kids begging in front of Carrefour.  Like medina merchants, they are cute but aggressive, kissing Jim’s hand, calling me “madame”, asking that we share our groceries or give them dirhams.  One day we bought two extra baguettes and handed one to a girl and the other one to a little guy.  Without missing a beat, he then circled around and asked me for some water to go along with his bread.  Sorry, kiddo.

And thirdly, as I related in yesterday’s post, we were involved in a missing child incident.

Little incidents that we barely remember, these aren’t even worthy of a blog post. Except that, the day after each happened, Mohammed mentioned it in class.

He explained how to better ask for fresh bread at a hanoot.

He suggested that when approached by “the children begging on the streets, you ask them ‘are your parents still alive?’”

And today, as we were leaving class, he starts telling us about a lost child incident that happened last weekend to some friend of his son’s.  Whaaaatttt?  Coincidences?  Eh?

In other news, which is probably not related but who knows – it’s getting super noisy around this hotel and I’m looking forward to some peace and country quiet.  Last night was the worst – doors slamming in our hallway, guests arguing and yelling in Chinese (?), tapping through the bathroom walls.  Ugh.  Sleeping is not happening, friends.  Thanks for your prayers!

Be safe and don’t miss my potato salad too much.

I’ll leave you with a pomegranate: