|Cafe at the gas station.|
|The waiter pouring Moroccan tea.|
|Courtney, me, Lindsay and Jill|
So, I have very special memories of my first birthday in Morocco at a gas station. How kind of my roommate and special, new friends to care about me. I must think of a special way to thank them.
Before I say goodnight tonight, I want to remember some of the art that happened today. One thing I noticed is that many students are eager to learn and to try to make art even though they just have not been exposed to a variety of medium. Today, I did color wheels with a couple of the classes. I did a simplified version with the first and third grade, and I did a more sophisticated version with fifth grade.
|5th grade Students' color wheels|
|Eating cake with the art ruler.|
cupcake tins/papers) which was another huge kindness. I know how hard it is to bake anything here in Morocco! I took the only ruler that is firm in my classroom, and I dug into one of the cupcakes off and on throughout the morning.
I was battling a huge headache today. The heat, mugginess and humidity was nearly doing me in. I was taking Excedrin like they were breath mints. Finally, it rained and thundered along with lighting; fresh air came in behind the wicked storm. It is now beautifully clear outside. I am hoping I will get a good night of sleep with my windows open. Thankfully, the tent mosque is long gone.
As my birthday party was coming to a close, I asked the ladies if we could huddle up to sing a little birthday song I always sing to my students back in Seattle. They humored me, and I sang my song which I will quote here, just because it is very special to me tonight:
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, every day, every hour, may you feel Jesus' power, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, and the best year you've ever had!"
|Gail and me at the party.|