CRIBS: David style

 Well, let's start off in the bedroom. This is where the magic happens. No really, things disappear in here all the time and I'm the only one here. (Notice the poor man's wallpaper: maps!)

Welcome to the salon! This is where I will entertain my countless guests as I invite them to my plastic table. (also doubles as an jazzercize room, coming soon!)

 Now we come to the kitchen. Something funny happened with the camera here and it appears as if the dishes are dirty. That is merely an optical confusion, I always clean my dishes immediately after using them, just as any single man living alone tends to do. Pay no attention to the rust on that stove top, the guy told me it just gives it more of that authentic taste.

As you can see I almost mustered a smile showing my teeth here for you all, almost, which means I'm obviously in good spirits right? Of course that's right, morale is high and I even decided to shave for the first time in a month as you can see here so I am getting some things done.

So teaching four days a week here I am starting to feel a lot more settled in, I really enjoy my students, even the one who swore that Hollywood was the capital of the United States even when I said that was not the case. Who's got two thumbs and is enjoying their life? This guy! 

This Apartment is Becoming a Home

A feeling of great accomplishment swelled up within me as I bought a bed today, it's technically a double wide couch cushion that is rather stiff (I discovered this as I took a swan dive onto and bruised my sternum). Buying the bed I was able to negotiate it down a few hundred dirham using the broken arabic at my disposal. The man selling it to me was very excited for this single american to be purchasing this large piece of furniture to sleep on. I won't go into detail with what he was implying I could now accomplish with having a large mattress but it involved lots of suggestive hand motions and non stop laughter. Being a single american in my town is sending the sign that I am a promiscuous playboy about town and I am constantly having to answer questions saying "no I am not married, no I do not have lots of lady friends over, no I do not think I will become physically ill if I do not indulge myself constantly with them." 

A little bird.

The other day, as I was sitting casually in my room reading at my desk, this little bird flew into my apartment from an open window in my kitchen. He waddled on the floor then came over to right outside my room and looked at me, and I felt he was trying to tell me something. He then pooped on my floor without breaking eye contact and flew off back out the window. I'm going to find his nest, and crap all over it, I have the time my bird friend...I have the time.

The View

Here is the view from my desk at my new place. For a Kansas kid, it'll be something having a mountain to always look at now. 

My New Address

The following is the best way to get in touch with me by either letter or package, if you feel like being old fashioned:

David Maddox

20 Rue De La Resistance Appt N 13

65800 Taourirt

Maroc

Just a little update.

Well hello to all of my tens of readers! I am in the process of moving into my new apartment, my own little private sanctuary for the next two years. This got me thinking; this will be the first I have lived on my own in my life, never mind the fact that I'm living on another continent while it happens. In the last four weeks, I had only seen one American besides myself, and this only happened for one day. I must apologize for not writing on this blog more often. To be honest, usually the reasons vary but could be explained as such: I don't have access to the internet very often, boredom, I finally have a good conversation in Darija and am too excited to do anything else but gloat to myself, more boredom, I am also writing a personal journal which is lucky enough to receive my true thoughts and feelings (haha sorry but you wouldn't want to know half of those thoughts), I'm finishing reading another book (just finished my 15th book since being here), and more boredom. So after the next time passes where it seems I'm not writing in my blog very often, choose one of the above options, write your choice on a piece of paper and if you are correct I will possibly send you a gift in the next one month-ten years, depending on my level of motivation.
One quick story of a sense of accomplishment from the last couple weeks here:
I was asked by an english teacher at a local high school to come and see the school in the morning. I was under the impression that I would be possibly meeting teachers and the principal as I have done at several schools already in my town. However after arriving I soon discovered it was not to be, instead I followed him to his classroom where he started writing my name on the board. Under "Meeting David" he wrote "Education, Society, Health in the U.S.A." and asked me if I could talk to his classes about these things? This was asked right as the class soon filled with students. I owned that moment, and in the rawest moment of teaching I talked for two hours to back to back classes about these things in our culture in America. I answered many questions and talked from things ranging from homelessness, drugs and guns in the U.S. to why obesity is so high as well. I have never taken any education classes before or classes on how to really teach but I must say in all humbleness, I totally rocked those classrooms.

My new stompin' grounds.

The street I'm currently living on along with the view of the city from the train station.