Tattooing is the most misunderstood art form in Japan today. Looked down upon for centuries and rarely discussed in social circles, people with tattoos are outcasts in this country, banned from most public spaces such as beaches, bathhouses, and even gyms. Tattoos have an extensive history in Japan, and to truly understand the stigma behind them it is essential to be aware of their significance. The first records of tattoos...Read More
t’s been a week since I arrived in Rabat, yet so many things have already happened. We were invited to a traditional Moroccan dinner with dancing and singing, and some of us went for trips to the library or to the shore. Grade 10 had a scavenger hunt in Medina which included collecting pictures of cats, looking for tourists, and bargaining (even though my French is limited to ordering “café crème”). People here are so different than in Peru. Moroccans will either try to invite you to their house, talk to you, whisper about how different you look (especially when you are blonde with blue eyes) or look at you with condemnation. But mostly they are very friendly and just curious about what a group of very diverse foreigners are doing in Rabat, which is not as touristy as we thought.
Medina is the center of the city. Surrounded by a wall, the area consists of the older and more traditional part of Rabat. It’s a frenetic blend containing the smell of spices, colorful clothes, Chanel bags for $10, so many fake brands, street food, women doing henna tattoos, the sound of a man shouting and calling for a prayer, a lot of people, and neverending movement, never ending energy.
There are so many things to experience. Walking through Kasbah of the Udayas, painted half blue, half white. Standing at the top of the hill and looking in silence at the old cemetery. Enjoying the sun and the wind while sitting on a beach and waiting to capture the biggest wave that hits the rocks ten meters away. Trying to buy shawarma with friends in a market even though no one speaks French. And at the end of the day, looking at the sunset giving the Hassan Tower an unbelievable color while having The Mausoleum of Mohammed V at our backs. This is life here!
It’s been a week since I arrived in Rabat, yet so many things have happened. And I am waiting for more. 🙂