We're back in Seville this morning after leaving Marrakech. I've never seen the kids more animated or excited when relaying and reflecting on the trip to Morocco. J had written a piece early in the week saying that upon arriving in Morocco he knew it would change his life. I held back on sharing this because I wondered what he might say at the end of the week.
As we sat in the Marrakech airport he repeated the idea that Morocco had been life-changing; I asked him to explain.
He said he understood people. He had spent the week bonding with kids in French, Arabic, and Berber.
J said that his soccer skills had been changed forever from his time playing in the alley with his friends. He explained that when you play in a narrow alley with kids that play hours a day from when they're 3 years old you 'learn something.' He went on to say that playing in a narrow alley is 'all about control of the ball' and jumped up to mime 5 tricks he'd picked up.
This kid hand-carried a treasured soccer ball to Morocco from Spain- a ball he played with every single second he could wherever he could find space. As we left Riad Misria for the last time Gigi and J gave out little gifts to the friends of the 'alley'. He turned to his twin in age, Solomon, and with a little bow handed over the soccer ball. Solomon put his arm around J's neck and gave him a gesture that was half kiss, half bow and all heart.
Lots more to come- no time. Here are some funny memories of Morocco.
As we sat in the Marrakech airport he repeated the idea that Morocco had been life-changing; I asked him to explain.
He said he understood people. He had spent the week bonding with kids in French, Arabic, and Berber.
J said that his soccer skills had been changed forever from his time playing in the alley with his friends. He explained that when you play in a narrow alley with kids that play hours a day from when they're 3 years old you 'learn something.' He went on to say that playing in a narrow alley is 'all about control of the ball' and jumped up to mime 5 tricks he'd picked up.
This kid hand-carried a treasured soccer ball to Morocco from Spain- a ball he played with every single second he could wherever he could find space. As we left Riad Misria for the last time Gigi and J gave out little gifts to the friends of the 'alley'. He turned to his twin in age, Solomon, and with a little bow handed over the soccer ball. Solomon put his arm around J's neck and gave him a gesture that was half kiss, half bow and all heart.
Lots more to come- no time. Here are some funny memories of Morocco.
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