Hike on Horror Mountain - by Hannah

Saturday was the worst day ever! Let me tell you what happened. I was talking to my friend, Sally, my name is Lucy. "Sally, do you want to hike on Horror Mountain?" I asked.

"Of course!" she replied. "I've been dying to go to Horror Mountain!"

"Come on let's go! I replied. When we started walking up Horror Mountain, I could see that it was not as I imagined it. Horror Mountain was dark and unfriendly. "I do not like this place," I said.

"I don't either," Sally replied.

"Sally, do you think that we'll disappear?" I asked.

"I don't know, Lucy," she replied. All of a sudden the bush beside me began to shake! A loud hawwwww came from the bush.

"WOLVES!" we shouted together as ten wolves jumped out of the bush, then started chasing us for two hours.

"How many hours have we been on Horror Mountain?" I asked as we ran.

"Five I think,' I replied. Finally the wolves got tired (so did we). We started walking again. we were almost at the top when a bear came out of nowhere!

"RUN!" we screamed.

"ROUR!" roared the bear (we've neen on Horror Mountain four 5 more hours) . The bear chased us for one hour. Finally, the bear got tired, so we ran off Horror Mountain. I realized that I had five hours until my parent got home. I pulled off my clothes and threw them in the washing machine. I pulled on my pajamas and jumped into bed with my Nintendo DS. Two hours later I heard my parents at the door. Knock Knock Ding Dong.

"We're home,' my parents said.

"Coming,' I replied.

"Lucy!" they shouted.

"MOM! DAD!" I shouted back.

"How was your day?" mom asked.

Oh boring, I did nothing, " I said with a sparkle in my eye.


Hannah's story from grade for written a few weeks ago. Lots of fun.

My First time On The Ice - By Emma Wiebe

Here is one of Emma's poems, created as part of her Language Arts program at the school here in Morocco.

I was
Getting prepared
For going
On the ice.

I was
Frightened
Excited
At the same time.

Pulled my skates
On
Wobbled over
Entrance
Ice rink.

As I walked,
Was like
Having an
Extremely
Loose tooth.

The zambonie
On the ice
Making it
Smooth.

The zambonie
Was louder
Than
Thunder


The zambonie
Left
A rubbery gasoline
Smell
When it got off
The ice.


The crisp cold air
Tackled me
As I slipped
Onto the ice.

As I landed,
I could feel
The cold
Creeping up my back.

I t was
As cold as
The arctic.

I saw my friend
Gliding
Across the ice
Back and forth.

I wanted
To skate
Just like them.

As they whipped
Pass me,
I felt the cold air
Blow in my face.

Halloween

A friend and neighbour organized a massive trick or treat night with 29 kids and a plethora of adults wandering around our neighbourhood in a giant pack. Moroccans do not trick or treat and Halloween is one of those North American things they do not participate in, so needless to say we got some interesting looks as we passed by, all dressed up and noisy. Here are a few pictures and another home video by Emma and Hannah. I think they were going for a CLoverfield style of filming.

Hannah's View of Rabat American School

So I could say something cheesy like, look out Steven Spielberg, here comes Hannah, but I will not. Our school received their order of Flip cameras so I decided to try one out and the kids took over and filmed everything they saw. The are great fun and I hope to get one some day. For now, I will mooch off the school, and use it to play around with. Here is Hannah's first movie, maybe she can include it on the DVD of her first movie, kind of like M. Night Shyamalam does on his, Although I think Hannah will make comedies.

Sunsets in Morocco

So if you have gone to my facebook at all you have seen our view of sunsets from the roof of our house. They are quite amazing, one of the many perks of living here at the beach. I must say I will miss those moments when the sun hits the water, if we ever leave this beautiful place. Here are a few of my favorite sunset moments.

Blogger helping Blogger

So we are friends with this cosmopolitan family, the Bramers, and since I am also the computer teacher, I have been recruited to help out with creating a blog. So here I am in Morocco blogging with Pauline and our kids are playing and being crazy, a good way to spend an afternoon and evening no matter what country one is from. Her blog is found here Pauliens Blog and is regarding raising a child with food allergies in another country. The book is in the works so save your pennies and buy it when it comes out. I might be the photographer for it, which would be fun.

Summers Over

So I was gently reminded that I have not posted anything on our blog since May, so here I am getting back at it. We went home for a month which seems like a long time but in reality it was not. There were people I did not get to see do to scheduling conflicts and time constraints and general lack of organization on my part, my humble apologies, but we will be back next summer and if you dont hate me for not getting to see you, we can make plans then. We came back to Morocco early because a friend of mine who I did my Masters program with was traveling with a friend of hers around the world and decided that they ould stop in Morocco since they new someone there and visit.

So in early August they arrive in Rabat on a train and we showed them around our new home. It sure was nice to see familiar faces in Morocco, other than the people we know here, but there is something about someone from home coming all that way to see you and your new home that makes it easier to be here. A few days of visiting the sites, the Chellah, Haasan Tour, rockin the Kasbah and shopping in the Medina and the went on down to Marrakesh for a few days then back to London. It was great. Here are a few shots of the summer.