"bismillah" at every turn
Hey, y'all. I'm in New York, where livejournal works again. It hardly ever worked in Morocco. Censored? I have so much catching up to do, seeing what's been happening with all of you and telling you about some of the things that have happened for me. My last two days in Morocco were some of the strangest days of my life. Really. For starters, aside from saying good bye to my friends, neighbors and the country for who knows how long, I received a very flattering email proposition from a noted novelist, and my (ex)boyfriend type dude broke things off more meanly than I had ever imagined. Give me a week and I'll be fine, but for now, owwwwwww. Dude told me, "I'm wrecking the happy ending to your one-year Morocco experience." On the plane I could not stop crying. As in, can't eat lunch, gotta cry. I feel so much better today. Less exhaustion. I dreampt in many cities and spoke Arabic to people who didn't understand.
I got in okay, found my way to Zach's apt (which, JORDANA: He really likes. And I really like. Thank you!), asked a few friendly people if I was going the right way, and got change for the phone from a friendly bum. Zach made me a delicious chicken and vegetable din (broccoli!), and I went right to sleep. I've had a great day today, slept late and then went out on my own in Morningside Heights, around Columbia's campus. I had a coffee and strawberry tart outside at a cafe by myself (The Hungarian Pastry Shop) and NO ONE BOTHERED ME. How unusual, given what would happen in Morocco. Went to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. Walked around Columbia. Then Zach and I headed downtown and ate lunch at a diner in the Meatpacking District after checking out many lovely shoe stores. (This low wedge heel thing looks great! It must have been something that happened while I was gone) I ate a cheddar cheese (!!) sandwich with bacon (!!) and tomato. We strolled around Chelsea, Greenwich Village, Tribeca and Soho. I walked while eating a lavender frosted cupcake. I watched tattoos, revealing clothing, awesome fashion, and obesity. I listened to many languages and many accents in English. So far, I miss Arabic, low prices, modesty and hijabs. On the subway I was grossed out to see women in skin tight pants and women sitting in skirts with their knees apart. Americans look so tasteless. On the other, not missing Morocco hand, I am relishing being alone in public comfortably.
I'm in New York for a few days, how long still TBA. Should I stay until Saturday and go to a free TV on the Radio show with a dude I met on the plane? Having to pay Delta another $50--I've already changed my ticket twice!--may be intolerable.
Does anyone in Michigan or Chicago have excellent Fourth of July plans? I'd like to join in.
I got in okay, found my way to Zach's apt (which, JORDANA: He really likes. And I really like. Thank you!), asked a few friendly people if I was going the right way, and got change for the phone from a friendly bum. Zach made me a delicious chicken and vegetable din (broccoli!), and I went right to sleep. I've had a great day today, slept late and then went out on my own in Morningside Heights, around Columbia's campus. I had a coffee and strawberry tart outside at a cafe by myself (The Hungarian Pastry Shop) and NO ONE BOTHERED ME. How unusual, given what would happen in Morocco. Went to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. Walked around Columbia. Then Zach and I headed downtown and ate lunch at a diner in the Meatpacking District after checking out many lovely shoe stores. (This low wedge heel thing looks great! It must have been something that happened while I was gone) I ate a cheddar cheese (!!) sandwich with bacon (!!) and tomato. We strolled around Chelsea, Greenwich Village, Tribeca and Soho. I walked while eating a lavender frosted cupcake. I watched tattoos, revealing clothing, awesome fashion, and obesity. I listened to many languages and many accents in English. So far, I miss Arabic, low prices, modesty and hijabs. On the subway I was grossed out to see women in skin tight pants and women sitting in skirts with their knees apart. Americans look so tasteless. On the other, not missing Morocco hand, I am relishing being alone in public comfortably.
I'm in New York for a few days, how long still TBA. Should I stay until Saturday and go to a free TV on the Radio show with a dude I met on the plane? Having to pay Delta another $50--I've already changed my ticket twice!--may be intolerable.
Does anyone in Michigan or Chicago have excellent Fourth of July plans? I'd like to join in.