Drumbeat rhythms expand to fill the room and my insides simultaneously, causing my shoulders to shimmy as a cascade of movement spreads through my body. Instinctively, my hand clutches my chest, eyes close, nose wrinkles, the overwhelming sense of amazement and fear of absorbing and losing the grasp of infinite presence fill my cells. A rush of warmth fills my throat to my eyes and tears well behind my lids. I want to hold onto the feeling and soak it all in for as long as possible.
Moroccan performers, clothed in traditional styles, including red djellebah (similar to a dress or robe) with white qndrissi (aladdin style pants), slippers, and Fez (pillbox style hat) wind their way towards our table, filling the air with drums and song in call and response style. Performance art invites audience participation in a dynamic personal engagement. Electric energy cracks in the air and my body is propelled to stand. Following the lead of the head performer, I clap, twist, turn, and enjoy dance, fully immersed in the moment. I cannot contain the smile the spreads from my lips to eyes and joy erupts from my body.
What I thought would be an introductory dinner for our study abroad group to experience Moroccan cuisine became so much more. Music, juices, delicious tajine تجين, dance, intricate architecture, and colorful decorations tickle and delight the senses, and I am mesmerized.
The evening was sweeter after a challenging few weeks prior to traveling to Morocco. Obstacle after obstacle had me doubting at every turn whether I should attend the trip. From a cancelled language class to multiple accidents for several family members, and delayed flights, I questioned what this trip would mean. Ultimately, I decided to honor my original “YES” to the experience, and this welcome dinner set the stage for the weeks to come.
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