Last night we met the only other Mormon-Muslim-American-Moroccan couple we know. I'd met B. in Rabat and MoBob got to know her in Ouarzazate while she was doing research for her PhD in anthropology. I hadn't seen her since...2001. But of course we caught up like no time had passed. I'm glad MB got to meet her M, who just arrived in August. I guess Provo rivals Little Rock as a first experience in the US, except that at least MB had already spent time in Washington DC and San Francisco. MB looked so vibrant when he speaks Arabic. (When he speaks Berber, he absolutely glows.) We watched the Christmas tree lighting ceremony (courtesy of the Embassy of Norway) and then trooped up the circular stairway for dinner at Center Café which I would characterize as "bland corporate travel food." How hard could a Maryland crabcake sandwich be? Then back to our apartment where B.'s M was so happy to have real Moroccan tea made with real Moroccan accessories and the sugar cubes I brought back from Brussels.
B. tried to convince me to visit Utah and to bring MB with me. It's true that it's been ten years since I visited and I have a slight hankering to go and show MB My Mecca, plus all the friends we would like to see there. Certainly over the years several BYU profs have tried to convince me to give a talk on international development. I don't know. I'll think about it.
My favorite Moroccan Arabic word is meskin. It seems "poor thing." I'm still feeling meskin but a little less so.