Mumkin, chiwa

Did I like Morocco? Mumkin, chiwa. Maybe a little. Although I clown and criticize Moroccans, I actually really liked Morocco. I, mean, I did stay a whole month for some reason. The good: the food, the generosity, the natural beauty, the cultural, geographical, racial, ajdlinguistic diversity, walking swiftly through the medinas, the only place that could have produced gnawa, the heart pound (whenever people greet you the put their right hand across and gently pound their chests), the fashion, cabs with meters, decent public transportation. What I didn’t like: the anti-black racism, their “particular” form of patriarchy, cats don’t smile (they are a sad looking bunch), wack authoritarian government, adventures crossing the street, hustlers and touts, and the Islam just ain’t moderate enough.