When I was about 14, I was eating dinner at a Moroccan restaurant in Florida, having my first experience with couscous and Mediterranean cooking proper. The waitress was a student from Morocco on an exchange program, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I'll bet she was 19.
Her name was Bouchra, and every time she came to the table I would stare at her eyes, because I had never seen eyes like that before. At the end of dinner, she washed my hands with perfume... she didn't do that for anyone else in the family. I've been in love ever sense.
Bouchra, she explained, means "good news", but I've never been able to confirm that separately. It's likely something from a Berber dialect, rather than Moroccan Arabic.
The other piece of good news is this: at least there's ONE decent restaurant in the corporate morass hellhole clusterfuck known as Epcot Center/Disney world.
Boy.
You spend years working on your shit. Your insecurities, anxieties, emnities, and all the other ities you've carried around since childhood. You read and meditate. Take lots of deep breaths. Think you've got 'em licked.
And then you have a kid and they all come flooding back to you as if your ego were pregnant and its water just broke ... all over your psyche.
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I have some good news.
When I was about 14, I was eating dinner at a Moroccan restaurant in Florida, having my first experience with couscous and Mediterranean cooking proper. The waitress was a student from Morocco on an exchange program, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I'll bet she was 19.
Her name was Bouchra, and every time she came to the table I would stare at her eyes, because I had never seen eyes like that before. At the end of dinner, she washed my hands with perfume... she didn't do that for anyone else in the family. I've been in love ever sense.
Bouchra, she explained, means "good news", but I've never been able to confirm that separately. It's likely something from a Berber dialect, rather than Moroccan Arabic.
The other piece of good news is this: at least there's ONE decent restaurant in the corporate morass hellhole clusterfuck known as Epcot Center/Disney world.
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