My Moroccan Family

The family that I am living with constist of three older sisters, two older brothers that live in different cities, a 15 year old brother, a brother-in-law, a stay at home mom and retired dad. I can’t say that I have never had sisters because thats a lie, but these sisters where just like Nikki, Kunde, and Ginny, and in that equation I was the Emma.... believe it or not!! (I am the crazy American who came to Morocco to teach English for 2 years, and I do things compelety different. Love you Lou! :) ) My host family had a hard time understanding that my family would let their daughter come to Morocco for two years. :) They have been great even though it takes a lot of energy for me to try and communicate with them. They are even trying too help me learn the language even though most of the time it’s more like charades and laughter.

I really do enjoy my family they are very similar (in personality) to my family at home. That makes it so much easier and I don’t feel like some crazy outsider that is living in their home, I feel like one of their children. They gave me a Moroccan name, Tulia, which means brillant light and my host mom said that I am her seventh child. Even though I can’t speak much Darija with her she has been great helping me with everything from laundry to food to meeting the neighbors and learning things about the community.