Friday, August 17, 2012

Child, children

Houses, houses, son, sons, family, families, child, children. English does some inexplicable things with plurals.

However I discovered my teaching partner from the UK has been teaching British rather than real American English. What the heck is a jumper? Knickers? Trainers? I have to translate at the volunteer house for the Brit Imparied. An Ice Lolly? Really? What ever it is, it was necessary as soon as we stopped teaching every day at 4. Next week we switch to mornings which will be better for all of us.

But not until after the end of Ramadan celebration and the King's birthday. Monday and Tuesday. Lots of time to explore the markets! And read.

During Ramada we have a curfew form 7-8:30 each evening. It is when the locals break their fast for the day and there are so few people on the street that it is not safe.  So the Night Life picks up again about 9pm because it takes 1/2 hour to chill the wine and beer. Needless to say so far I have missed all of that, being on Central Daylight Geezzer Time. Tomorrow 7 of the volunteers are leaving so I will try to stick it out for a glass of wine tonight. 

The weather is slightly coolish in the morning and evening with enough breeze to sleep but when the sun burns the clouds off it is intense. Nothing like Chicago. Or, apparently, Marakesh.

Kids heading home now are longing for sushi and I Hop.

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