So today I went to the big market called the Suk -this one in particular is called Suk Shabi.(how you would say it not sure of the spelling).
It was a bit overwhelming and once I learn more Arabic I will feel better bargining and getting the best prices. I did get a local plan something like Hibiscus (picture )and plan to make a nice cool drink from it. I also got some fresh dates (in the picture) hanging in my kitchen now waiting to ripen.
We stopped and had some fresh squeezed grapefriut juice with ice and sugar. The pic shows us drinking it from a small metal bowls. Grapefruits are a local fruit so they are easy to find and usually not to expensive.
Its that scramble time before the school year starts. We start Tuesday and I just started cleaning my classroom. Somehow it will all come together. I'm still getting used to the eat. Usually after working or being busy in the morning I'm ready to sleep by 3pm. The other night I went to bed early (8:30) partially because I was tired and also because the power went out and well...there wasn't much else to do!
Also I posted a picture of an Amjad-the little van/taxis that we have been taking around. We (the new teachers) have been spolied this week and an Amjad has picked us up and taken us to school and back home each day. My goal this week is to learn how to give an Amjad directions to and from school. This is a challenge because my apartment doesn't have an address or street number -like most things here- so you have to know how to explain where you live-in Arabic mind you.
So we learn by necessity.
Ma Sallama everyone ! (goodbye)
5 comments:
so many colorful spices. good luck with the directions!
Wow. and, uh, wow. I would love to visit that market. I don't know how I would ever adjust to the food. Already having trouble coming down off NYC, truth be told.
I think of you often. I'm reading "What is the What?" about the Lost Boys of Southern Sudan. A different world and time, I know, but very stirring.
I'll keep watching the blog! You are one impressive teacher.
-Tom
the market scenes behind you & even the metal bowls and mini van - remind me of my many trips to the Dominican Republic. The market place is packed with tin roofed huts where people hang what they are selling however they can. And bargaining down prices is a must.
Can you get to school any other way - or is it too far?
I've been enjoying Assata Shakur. I even went to the same bar she did - well, 20 years after she did - but it had the same name and was filled with the same kind of folks!
Marissa! I love your blog - it's great. Got Skype working so I will videoconference you at 7 pm your time.
Hi Marissa-thanks for the invitation to be part of this wonderful adventure. Good luck and stay cool!
Mary M.
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