Feelin like a little kid

There is no where that I have felt more like a little kid since I was one than being here.  It's not just that I communicate like a 6 year old either.  People in town make a big deal about seeing me, still.  I see them almost every day and each time and it's like a small party is thrown that I've made it.  Recently I made the 13 hour trip to Rabat for a meeting for the AIDS committee that I'm on, they put my bag in a special compartment of the bus that locked, the driver knew where I was sitting and where I was getting off to make sure I didn't miss it.  You may never realize just how invisible you are in everyday life until you aren't.  It's a lot more tiring than you may imagine.
In Rabat I got to revisit some of my favorite places, and see the ocean again!  Walking around hasn't been this hard and tiring since I was a kid.  Three hours seems like an entire day as I drag my body back to the hotel to plop down and not move again.  A mid afternoon nap time seems like the only way to get through the day and make it past 8 o'clock that night.  Only difference now, if I leave my town there is a 99 percent chance I'm consuming one or more alcoholic beverages.

No change here though, I haven't lost my childlike excitement for Christmas.  My apartment is decorated with garland, a small tree, and a wreath (thanks mom).  Christmas music is on constant flow, and each night I sit with my dinner and watch one of the many Christmas movies I downloaded.  And don't forget, lots of Christmas baking!
Last weekend I traveled down the mountain to a town outside Agadir for a volunteer Christmas party.  On the way down not only did I have to request a stop because I still don't know my own bladder, and a two hour trip is too much for me to handle, but I had to spend most of the 2 hours focusing on not throwing up.  I great christmas past time for me, car sickness.  Since I spend of my childhood throwing up on the car ride home from our Christmas celebrations.  Reasons that even though I'm 23 almost 24, and living alone in Africa, I feel like this January I'll be turing 7.

Christmas won't be the same without all my favorite traditions and I'll be missing the pierogi party, Christmas eve, and Christmas day with my family!!

I'll be back in 3 weeks to tell you how I didn't feel like a 6 year old in Berlin and try to tell the craziness that was my New Years!
And for anyone wondering, it's about 80 degrees here today...