Our first encounter with Berber hospitality
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June 26th, 2007 – by: Ann_Hells
It was almost sunset, so we stopped by the side of the road to take a picture next to some nice cactus plants where there was a great view of a village on the opposite mountain. As soon as we stopped a small Berber boy, Bausi, from a village on the mountain we were climbing with the car came towards us.
It was difficult to speak with Bausi and Brahim because neither knew French very well, and we probably knew it even less. The wife Mina came out shortly with the traditional round bread and butter and marmelade. Also Bausi's sister and baby brother came out to sit together while we ate the bread. Then also there was mint tea, which was delicious the first time...
The tea is really good but in a way that is so sweet, that after being offered it after finishing off five portions I couldn't take it anymore. Adrousak's father came into the house looking for his son, and then ate some bread himself before leaving.
After everything had been finished Adrousak wanted to show us his house, so he took us a bit farther up the mountain to his door and showed us in, this one had the same set up with an outdoor main area.
Because the area is dry and good for olive trees, the food was all fried and accompanied by a kind of pita bread. There were no plates and no silverware, we all ate by getting peices of the bread and either putting the food into with our fingers or gripping the food with the bread and forming a sort of sandwich. If we had done this in my house i would probably tell everyone they were being rude and not to touch my food, but for some reason I was not creeped out or weirded out at all and we all ate unitl everything was gone.
Then they brought out melon. I ate a few slices and was compiling a pile of the outer skin of the melon in front of me, but strangely nobody else had any. everyone was eating slices, but there was nothing left after. then we found out that everyone was just throwing the skin of the melon into the stall with the cow after they ate it. but for a moment I was thinking they had all eaten it.
They invited us to stay overnight and because it was dark and we had no reservation, we agreed. We slept in the room that Adrousak's family usually slept in but they wanted to leave the room just for us, we told them they didn't have to go sleep somewhere else so they let Adrousak stay but the parents left, nad probably slept with one of the relatives, but I am not sure.
I loved being able to see how the loacal people in Morocco live, i feel like nowhere else other than the Arbaic world do they have this sort of berber/islamic hospitality. I'm sure if we hadn't insited that we had to go very early the next morning to continue our journey, they would have invited us to live there, which I would have considered.
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