Cross Culture

There are things that even if you don’t speak the same language you can understand and somethings you can’t. I’m not sure about all of them, but I do know that being a woman you can communicate with other women around the world pretty easy, even without words. I spend a good amount of time with my sisters and Mom. They are wonderful and very fun. They have been great at teaching me about Moroccan woman and what is Shuma and what is ok.

I have one sister that is my age and one night we were in the living room and girl talk started. It was so fun, we talked about boys and our past and relationships and life in general. It was somewhere between Darija and English, but the meaning was there. I felt like it was such a bonding moment, even though we are two very different women from different worlds, cultures, realities and everything else.
It helped that she then told a story that I could totally relate too. We sat there laughing because halfway across the world where the male and female stories are still the same. It just goes to show that the grass is never really greener on the otherside.

One of the other things that can easliy cross cultural boundries is a baby. My host aunt and uncle live across town from us and I have spent a lot of time at their house. One of their daughters has a young little girl who is addorable. Her name is Heba and she must be about a year old. Even when I can’t say anything to anyone else in the room Heba and I can play and there is something that is understood about that between all the women in the room. Even though I’m pretty sure Heba is like are you kidding me, who is this crazy!! :)

One of my other favorite memories of my host cousins is hanging out at their house and trying in every wedding Jalapa they had. It was like a major fashion show, and a lot of fun!