Ouarzazate

Saw:
The Atlas Film Studio, right smack in the middle of arid nothingness. Part home to movies The Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven, Cleopatra, and Passion of the Christ.

Did:
Wandered through the locals´ non-tourist market. Top selling items were shoes (not usually available in pairs), live chickens, plastic tubs, not so fresh fruit, and any (and every) part of a sheep or goat you could want.

Learned:
As we continue to absorb not only Moroccan architecture, moroccan lifestyle, culture, and history, i am increasingly aware of my natural and immediate tendancy to compare and contrast with the US. "What is the same" and "What is different" is always my primary mode of analysis. I wonder if there isnt a more accurate, more beneficial, or
at least different way to see all this. The Christian lens should never be removed. But the judgemental lens (which so readily flows from comparative analysis) can and maybe should be. Who am i, after all, to judge? Did i choose to be born in the US? can i realy see all the angles?