When I returned to Morocco last summer (2012), just about everything felt the same as when I had left it just six months earlier. I returned to a familiar home in the familiar old medina of Rabat, I returned to familiar sights, sounds, and smells, and most importantly, I returned to familiar faces. This time around, I did not head directly to my host mom Fatiha’s house, using the key that she insisted I keep for anytime I show up on her doorstep. Instead, I ended up at the doorstep of an unfamiliar hotel in an unfamiliar part of Rabat. I saw familiar faces, though these were faces I knew from Fulbright orientation in D.C. and they were not Moroccan ones. Because we were so busy with in-country orientation, I practically had to sneak out to go visit some of my friends and host families in the old medina. These were not the same, familiar circumstances that I had grown accustomed to over the collective seven-month period that I had spend in Rabat before.
And then I suddenly find myself in Fès, a city I had visited three times, but for no more than three days at once. And yet this is home. I’m in Morocco, but in an unfamiliar part. New sights, sounds, smells, and faces envelop me.
Being in an unfamiliar city has both its advantages and its disadvantages. On the one hand I am afforded the privilege of exploring and familiarizing myself with a new place. But on the other hand, it means that I have to start from scratch. I have to get lost in the old medina to learn the routes. I have to acclimate myself to the food and water. I have to make new friends and figure out culturally appropriate ways to do so. And I have to deal with seeing my friends in Rabat only once every few weeks. It’s a challenge. And honestly, it can get a bit lonely. Not lonely in a depressing way, but lonely in a way that motivates me to befriend Fassi (meaning: of Fès) Moroccans. I adore the Fulbright crew that is here as well as the other ALIF students that I know. But I’m in Morocco. I’m supposed to be spending the majority of my time with Moroccans, not other Americans or Brits or people of whatever other nationality. Last summer, I was in Morocco for 3 months without a group, program, or definite schedule. Other than focusing on my research, I spent all my time with Moroccan and sub-Saharan friends. I rarely had a moment to myself. But I loved it. I loved spending time with people I was constantly learning from, constantly being challenged by. I miss that. And now I have to start all over again in Fès. I know I can do it, but it will take time and will challenge my patience. But it’s all part of the learning experience, right!