First, I think I'll introduce you to our team. In the back is Guilhermo, behind me is Magdalena, to the right of me is Jim. In front of Jim is his wife Claudia. Inside of Claudia is their unborn child. In front of me is André. The front row from left to right is Jona, his wife Vanessa, Emily, Hannah, and Cristian
Well, this is just a typical door in Morocco. It is in a town called Meknes, where we went on a tour of a very old underground prison and where we also got to go into an old mosque that is no longer in use for religious purposes and which is the only mosque tourists are allowed to enter.
Well, this is inside the mosque. The gentleman (who was our contact man in Morocco) is demonstrating how the muslims worship with their faces toward Mecca as indicated by the little hole in the wall.
This is just a typical alley in Meknes.
Our guide (who is a fellow "worker" from Argentina) in typical Moroccan garb walking past a rather interesting sign in Meknes.
This is Buahmed, a tiny town on the north Mediteranean coast of Morocco where we spent a few days painting the town school. I should be getting more pictures of the school later.
Here is Pedro and I at McDonald's in Tanger. Pedro is one of the people with whom we painted the school in Buahmed. You know you are on outreach when you think of McDonald's as a high end restaurant with the cleanest public bathrooms around. :-)
Here are a few typical sights that you would see from the car window in the Moroccan countryside.
The last several days of our outreach were spent in a town called Chefchauen. It is a tourist town. It has a rather interesting atmosphere. On the one hand, it has all of the signs of typical Moroccan life. On the other hand the money from the tourism has allowed them to make the town a little bit nicer than the typical town in Morocco. For example, all the streets in the touristy part of town are all painted sky blue and white. It's pretty cool. On the other hand, most of the tourists are there to get the drugs that the town has to offer. It is rather hard to walk down the street very far without being offered hashish and pot. We got a few strange looks from both locals and tourists for not accepting. For the most part, our "mission" in this town was just to be praying for the town. Some of us had opportunities to talk to some of the tourists about spiritual things. One of us talked to an Israeli guy who was staying in our hotel and got him excited about looking for Jesus in the Old Testament, especially Isaiah. That was cool.
Well, this is a typical street in Chefchauen. As you can see, there is a Moroccan carrying a huge pile of sticks on his back.
One day, some of us climbed up the side of a mountain next to the city. Here are a couple pictures of me at the top. It was beautiful and fun.
