Happy Amazigh New Year

I had an unexpectedly wonderful evening. I love it when this happens.

Little Fatima invited me over to dinner with her family to celebrate the Amazigh New Year. Yup, you read it right: Amazigh. Not Moroccan, not Islam but Amazigh. That’s my Berber pride for ya, woot woot!

I showed up late (oops!) but still made it in time to partake in dinner. Afterwards, I hung out with her family and watched TV for a bit. We mostly watched soap operas. Seeing as the programming was in Darija, I followed along with what I could.

Genuine laughs were shared.

Sigh…to know that all this will be different in a few months is…to realize that the chapter of my life called “Peace Corps service” will soon be on its last page.