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Maybe you noticed my posts were light this week. It’s been all kinds of crazy. So crazy I haven’t taken a single picture with my camera – only Instagram!
The week started with a trip to Casablanca to pick up our boxes from the US that had finally arrived – several weeks late. (If you didn’t catch it, I shared a post with my 8 Tips for Making an Interntional Move with Kids on ChicagoNow a few weeks ago). We took the very early train from Marrakech to Casablanca at 4:30 am. It should have arrived shortly after 8am, perfect to make our 9:30am appointment. Except the train didn’t pull in until 9:45am. It was a great start to the day.
On the bright side, I got to meet up with a wonderful lady from an English Speakers in Morocco group I’m a part of on Facebook and she took us to a convent in Casablanca of Mexican nuns that make real Mexican food. This sounds unimpressive if you’re reading from North America where tacos are a dime a dozen but here, it’s impossible to find Mexican food. We grabbed tortillas, flautas, and tortilla chips and can’t wait for the next time we’re back to buy more!
Eid is just around the corner (inshAllah) we’ll be celebrating next Wednesday. The shepherds and sheep are making their way into the city and it’s become commonplace to see sheep taking rides home in all sorts of ways. In the back of trucks, on motorcycles, even on top of vehicles. I’ve yet to see someone walking their sheep home on a lead, though that’s what I would do! Yesterday we saw people had started to sell small bundles of bedding greens for the sheep. Our roof and upstairs rooftop room were cleaned out last week to get ready for their (brief) animal inhabitants.
Finally, I’ve been sick for several weeks now, which is one of the reasons there have been fewer updates. At first I thought it was just the water or something I ate and fought through waiting to feel better. But I didn’t feel better, not even a little bit. MarocBaba finally convinced me to go to the doctor, and I felt awful enough to give in and go. I had lost almost 20 pounds since we moved here and the doctor told me my gallbladder was full of small gallstones. That was why I was so sick. There are some very good doctors and clinics here and we both spent a lot of time talking and considering what we should do. Having had a gastric sleeve just a little more than a year ago and knowing there aren’t a lot of surgeons here who are well versed in the procedure we hesitated to have just any surgeon perform this fairly routine procedure. We also realized it would cost about the same to have it done here, as it would for me to fly back to the US and have it done. Ultimately, we decided I would return to the US for the operation.
So in about 10 days I’ll fly back to the US and spend 3 weeks having the surgery and recovering. I probably won’t be cooking up a storm but have plenty of things I’ve yet to share with you! My kids have already started to make a list of the things they wish they would have brought with when we first came. As for me, I’ll just take a bowl of my mom’s chicken soup.