…and unfairly, it’s at 7.30 in the morning. Damn. However, on the basis I have classes quite often starting at 8, I will be able to enjoy Fes to its maximum.
This morning is my first language class. For the next four weeks, we’ll be having 2 hours a day of grammar, and 2 hours a day of Dereeja which is Moroccan Arabic in us-speak. And today, my Dereeja class happens to start at 8. It does on Thursday as well. Monday, Wednesday and Friday I have Dereeja 3 – 5 in the afternoon which would be cool except that this Friday I’ve been invited to a wedding, meaning I have to go to the 8 – 10 class anyway.
We have grammar 10 – 12 each day. No great enjoyment there. We’ll see how it goes.
|Here is a petit taxi for you. Love it as if it were your own.|
Anyway, so Fes is beautiful when it’s quiet, which happens to at 7.30 in the morning. Also, it is ridiculously easy to get a taxi, which explains why I can blog at silly-o’clock because I got here 20 minutes before class even starts. I can practically lie-in on Thursday.
By the way, in case you were wondering, the being-a-maid thing went ok. My cooking skills are a bit shoddy but it is more through fear of the stove (which is scary. I’ll find pictures) than anything else. And if you know me then you already know about the fetish I have for neatness and washing up. So being a maid fits me like a little glove.