Today Brian and I went with our friend to the market where Moroccans can go and buy a sheep for the Aid
Kibir (pronounced
Ku beer). I was so overwhelmed with the experience and I want to try to share some of that with you. Some words that come to mind are...smelly, noisy, sheep, crowded,more sheep, CULTURE, anticipation, dusty, still more sheep, urgency, children.....We walked among the sheep and people. There wasn't pens for these sheep, just men holding them together by ropes around their necks or horns. Sometimes these sheep would try to get away by jumping up and over other sheep. I got stepped on by both sheep and people. And till we left I was doing what everyone else did and just took my hand and pushed the sheep out of my way as I tried to walk. I had
fuzzy's from the wool hanging on my skirt and the bottom of our shoes....well lets just say there was NO WAY I could enter my house without washing them first!!!!!
I was able to get some pictures and I wish that you could smell and hear what I did.....I will try to explain more of this holiday as it unfolds.