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Host family relations are back to normal. Actually, only for that span of about two minutes were they strained. That’s just the way it is here. Bill remembers that feeling of being ‘frozen out’ over at his site, and as he mentions, you quickly have to forget because of all the time you are included. The days after l3id were full of meat and family. I met almost all the male members of the extended family, most of whom I didn’t even know exisited.
When Jennifer came to Guelmim last week to work on a Gender and Development Conference we’re planning for the summer, my host family insisted that I bring her over to eat lunch. We were both tired of mutton and worried that lunch would consist of some sheep part, but were happily surprised by a pyramid of steamed buttered vermicelli with cinnamon and powdered sugar, mortadela, boiled eggs and bread.
I spent this weekend on the coast in Sidi Ifni. Although it was too cold to beach, watching the Iraqi elections was very interesting as many questions were brought up about the democraticness of the elections and the prospects for a quick recovery.