Dance Monkey, DANCE!

I dance.  Every single day in the Peace Corps I dance like a monkey, and people LOVE it.  You HAVE to dance in the Peace Corps, at least Peace Corps Morocco, because really, what else are you going to do?  Yes I teach English and aerobics, but increasingly I am finding that Peace Corps Morocco is more of a diplomatic mission to get people to see just how nice Americans are.  So I dance, dance like a crazy monkey, and people eat it up and love me for it and then they feed me.


Here is a perfect example:


Scene: Walking in my town to English class, go to a store for a coke.


Me: A'salam wa'alekum! Kif dary? (Hello, how are you?)
Store owner: (look of utter shock on face)
Me: Labas?! Kulshi bixir?! (good? is everything good?)
Store owner: You speak arabic?
Me: Iyeah! Kan tkllm shwiya arabia, shiway bzeef! hahahahahah (yes! I speak a little arabic, very little)
Store owner: You are amazing! Hey (to the store owners next to him and people in store) this white girl speaks arabic!
Other People: No way! Wow! Where do you live?! Why are you here!? Are you married to a Moroccan?! Do you want to get married to a Moroccan? Why aren't you married to a Moroccan? We will find you a husband don't worry. Do you like tajine and couscous!? Can you cook tajine and couscous?! Wait, why are you here? Don't you miss your family?! Oh, she misses her family, she is just so sad.  Are you sad? But isn't Morocco beautiful?! Do you think Morocco is beautiful!? How is the weather?! Do you like the weather?! Which is better, Morocco or America? You can say Morocco, it is ok, we won't tell your family back home! Wait, so when you say you live here, you mean you actually live here! Why? Isn't Morocco great! Don't you love the food!? Which soccer team do you like better, Barcelona or Madrid?..... 
Me: (dancing like a monkey)
People: (eating it up) You need to come to my house for couscous!
Me: Done!