I met a lady at the hospital that invited me to her house. She was extremely friendly and had a unique ability to understand what I was trying to say as I stumbled through broken Arabic. She tried to tell me where she lived but I really didn’t understand because I’d never heard of that small town before, but she told me I could call and ask for directions when I was on my way. So a few week later I decided to go. I called her but I couldn’t understand her very well, her high voice and my cheap phone didn’t seem to like each other. I wasn’t sure if she told me to go to Sidi Boholid, or Sidi Bousalid, or some other place. But I decided to go ask around at the public transportation anyways.I went ahead and got in a car heading to Sidi Bou Ali. I figured that if it wasn’t the right place I could just take another public car home.
Luckily, I did go to the right place and had a great time getting to know her family. She fed me and my friend couscous with homemade sausage, showed us how to make clay pots used for making tea in, and introduced us to a lot of people. It was a fun afternoon.


