Arriving in Nogorocco

We set off two weeks ago final destination Rabat, my husband Imad’s hometown. Our journey took us through London to Barcelona where we stayed two nights with a serious bout of jet lag. We did get out a little bit to walk by the beach, stroll Las Ramblas and chase pigeons at La Placa de Catalunya.

Next stop Rabat. Poor Nouni (what Younis likes to call himself these days) suffered many a long plane ride and just about lost it on this last leg of the journey, but we made it in one piece. That is, except our car seat which my husband somehow predicted would disappear en route. It only took us hmmmm, about one hour post plane ride to sort out how the heck to get it back once we realized it didn’t come on the flight with us.

Finally out we went greeted by the bright Moroccan sun and Nouni’s Aunties. When we got to Imad’s home, lots of excitement, Younis met his two Moroccan cousins Yasmina and Ghalia. It’s amazing how quickly kids adapt to new people and new situations. Younis has proven, as expected, to be a very adaptable kiddo. He loves hanging out with his cousins and in true Nouni style is sure to give everyone a kiss and hug to make sure noone feels left out.

First weekend, Auntie Loubna’s house in Skhirat by the beach, swimming in the ocean and eating lots of yummy food. Next day, not so fun, Younis got his first stomach bug. He was up most of the night with a fever and discomfort on both ends if you all know what I mean. He had a fever most of the next day, it finally went away the following day and we headed to our first Moroccan pediatrician visit (actually Finnish doctor). Nouni will be ok, a reminder though that all these changes will put our bodies out of whack.

Younis is already learning lots of new words: Bravo, Ti (short for skuti meaning be quiet), agi (come here), dyali (mine, quintessential in toddler vocabulary). Somehow the kids all seem to understand eachother speaking kid language, no need for translation there.