Today is Wednesday, souk day. On my walk, before leaving the village, I saw non Moroccan girl. She stopped and talked to guy on scooter. I wasn’t sure if they were talking French or Darija. A sinking feeling came over me. I was envious of her ability to interact with the locals. As much of a lone wolf as I am, I do long to be able to communicate with the people around me. I thought to myself that I really needed to learn that damn Moroccan Arabic, Darija. Then, my next thought I had was … but I’m spending so much time focusing on my new project and ways to make money. I guess at this point figuring out how to have a stream of income from here, in Morocco, should be my priority.. friends can come later… Whether we like it or not, so much of what our futures hold, hinges on how much money we have.
Last week, we went to Agadir on Friday. Since we found out the background check I bought online seems to not be sufficient, as it isn’t stamped, we decided to go to speak the the officer in Agadir who processes the paperwork there. We were told that not many Americans applied for residency in Morocco. So, waht is needed seems to be unclear for everyone. The officer in Taghazout said he would have to send the application to Agadir to be checked. Needless to say, this issue has been a point of extreme stress and anxiety for me, I tried my best to stay calm as we approached the police station. What we found out in Agadir was that I simply needed something from the police back home and to let the officer in Taghazout know this. Considering I was told the background check I had needed to be stamped, I assumed this was a priority. Luckily, I was able to order a certified & stamped level one background check from Florida Department of Law Enforcement, with the help of my friends in Ft. Lauderdale. When it arrives they will have to FedEx it to me. I am so fortunate to have friends at home I can rely on. I really don’t know what I would do without them. Hopefully, this will satisfy my need for a background check for my residency permit. Since. at this point, I am pretty sure it will, I’ve decided to start working on all the other requirements for residency in the mean time.
One of the other requirements is a health certification. (Rest assured, once I have my application put together for submission, I will post everything I needed to obtain) As it turns out, there is an English speaking doctor I Aourir. So, after my souk visit, I went to try and find the office. Down the main road off the roundabout, the directions read. Down an alley after the goat head butcher on the left, past the second hand furniture store, you would find Dr Hassna. Ok, this shouldn’t be that hard. Well, there is a long line of butchers just off the roundabout on the left side of the main road. I found an alley that was a dead end so, I continued to walk. Then, I saw a red sign that said “medicin” with an arrow pointing left. Yes, this was it, just after a lone butcher shop and past a second ahnd furniture shop was the sign for Dr Hassna. I thought about going up, as the doctors here are first come first serve but, I didn’t bring enough dirhams with for a visit. So getting my health certification would have to wait till another day.
As usual, I stopped at Cafe Inou to say hi to Hassan. Today I opted for coffee instead of tea, which didn’t go down as well as I thought it would. Maybe it was the heat. It was a beautiful day. No humidity with temperatures near 90F. Almost like spring at home. It is really my favorite weather. I noticed on my walk that there are so many beautiful wildflowers blooming right now. Yes, spring is here.
I mentioned earlier in this post, that I was working on getting myself a stream of income. Well, (drum-roll , please) I decided to write an ebook to publish on Amazon for Kindle. I have been working on a novel based on my life experiences. I’m hoping to make a series of short books based on mi vida loca. Oh, and yes, thats’s a tattoo on my arm. I emblazoned my crazy life on my arm 5 years ago. Its nothing but a reminder that my life IS crazy but, I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I digress, I’m starting with my experience living in Costa Rica. I decided that would be an easy place to start. I blogged about the experience so, I have an outline already written. I’m hoping that the books will produce a nice little steam of income. Time will tell, but I’m hoping for the best.
I’ve also decided to make a consorted effort to get this blog going stronger. I’m committing to writing a post a week along with posting a recipe. These are the reasons my Darija learning has gone by the wayside a bit. I’ve spent many hours on the computer this week, researching ways to build my blog and publish an ebook. Time melts away quickly sitting in front of the computer (something I hate) but, I know I need to spend a few hours a week honing my new language skills, too. Believe me, I would rather be outdoors doing something else but, for now, I’m trying to get into the habit of writing everyday and focusing on getting these projects going. As I said before, figuring out how to build a stream of income is important to me. So, I will do what needs to be done, for now.
Its been a few days since I started writing this post. The weather has continued to be dry and hot. It takes a bit of getting use to… the dryness, that is. My sinuses and skin are not feeling great because of the climate. I’m use to high humidity in Florida. I have decided on putting off going to get the health certification for my Carte Sajour application, until next week. Walking the main road and breathing in all the dust is something I’m trying to avoid, for now. Next week the temperatures will be cooler but still no rain. It rarely rains here. So, there is always dust and dirt flying around This dryness coupled with the blooming wildflowers, my sinuses aren’t happy. I’ve had sinus pressure that is resulting in a bit of a low level headache and disrupted sleep. I love my walks to Aourir, but since we walked Agadir yesterday, I need a break. Especially since we will probably return to Agaidr tomorrow. Besides, too many days in a row of walking almost 5 miles a day, starts to aggravate my injuries. So, a break it is for today.
Before I post this blog… Metanoia… what a word… It sums up this phase of my life perfectly. If I would have been aware of it before I just may have named this blog Metatoia. It is a journey I am on, in many ways. Changing my life by living in Morocco, changing my mind by not letting anxiety rule my days, changing my heart by learning to love without fear. All changes that ultimately will change me into being an even better person. Isn’t this the goal of life for all of us? It isn’t necessarily gaining the material but, expanding your mind and soul. I know the journey to this realization not only comes with age and experience but also, a change of surroundings and influence. Life in the US and society there make this evolution of the soul so much harder than it needs to be. The struggles to pay bills and keep up with the Jonses is a way of life there. One that I never really bought into. I am truly grateful that my life has brought me to this time and place and given me the opportunity to change and grow. Maybe once day I will return to the rat race. Who knows what the future holds but, I know once this part of my journey is over and life has come full circle, I’m pretty sure I will be better equipped to handle all of it. xo