The wind and the heat has officially arrived in Morocco. It is most beautiful and bearable in the mornings. On my way to the bus I step out of my apartment building to hear an orchestra of birds singing. Quite a way to start the day. I hobble down to the bus stop like Quasimodo under the weight of the 2 litres of water I carry to work each day. I do this because you can not drink the water from the taps at school.
Then the winds began. I had Parent/Teacher conferences today so I thought I would open the windows and let some fresh air in. All that I managed to actually do was give myself an 80's style blowave and the lucky parent I was meeting with and distribute children's confidential documentation to every corner of my room.
The windows were shut soon after. While making my way to the bus stop this evening a friend informed me that we are expecting a low of twenty this evening. Low? I do love a good injection of heat and have welcomed the warmer weather. I wonder if my entries will reflect this in the midst of August, during Ramadan and the official Summer months.
