Anyone who reads the blog or knows me at all probably knows about the Olive Orchard house and how much I absolutely adore it. But I adore the community, too. The village leader brought me olive oil, fresh bread, and olives this morning as a kind of house-warming gift, and I couldn’t be more thankful, even though I secretly hate olives. I’ll probably get hungry enough to eat them anyway. Then, this afternoon, I caught a ride with the Captain of the Gendarmes who informed me I needed to move out of the Orchard because it wasn’t safe there. He went on to say people weren’t good people out there, and I was just like, “No, they are good people. No one was nice to me at all when I lived in the city. So I moved to a place where people were welcoming.” I know he and a lot of Moroccans don’t get why an American would insist on living “in the countryside.” The countryside is viewed by so many as somehow “less.” Actually, we think that way in America sometimes, don’t we? Them backward bumpkins livin’ up in Appalachia. But I’ve gotten to know several families now, and they’re all wonderful people, and they shouldn’t be judged so harshly just because they’re not city-dwellers. I made the right decision moving out there, and I refuse to move.
Anyway, I’ll keep this short. I just wanted to post a video of the house. I hope you enjoy it: