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Wednesday 24 July 2013

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Hospitality” has taken on a deeper, richer meaning, and one that we will always associate with Tunisia, Algeria and Morocco in North Africa. We have just returned from North Africa. There is much that we could write about our lives and travels there, but certainly one thing that we want to tell others about is the hospitality of the people whom we met and got to know as friends.
I Tim Weiss and Algerian friend, Madjid
After having lived at least briefly in all three countries, we want other Americans to know that this welcoming spirit exists throughout the Maghreb. One of the first examples occurred when we were invited to a Tunisian friend's family farm. He picked us up in his truck and drove us to the farm. As we were walking through the rows of fruit trees and plants, we were handed a myriad of freshly picked peaches, “one bite” pears, grapes and “baby” plums. We then had a wonderful picnic lunch prepared by our friend's mother. Tim gorged himself that day, as did I, and he set a new record for number of peaches eaten at once—eight! This sense of openness to others and sharing meals and gifts with them continued during our stay in Tunisia; often neighbors invited us for “coffee,” which usually meant a beautiful tray of pastries and whatever drink we wanted to accompany them.
In Algeria and Morocco we were no less impressed by people's warmth and openness to us. One of the most touching examples of this took place in Algeria, a country which North Americans, because of the news coverage of events there during the past three years, usually associate only with political and social turmoil.
We had a memorable outing thanks to our friend and vegetable vendor from Kabylie. We had mentioned to him that we would like to go to Tipasa, a coastal town about an hour from Algiers, famous for its Roman and Phoenician ruins. He immediately said, “I’ll take you there.” We met him at his market, and once again we were taken on a royal outing in a pickup truck. Madjid insisted on paying for the gas, the entrance fees and our drinks at a café. We had a great time talking and listening to his viewpoints on the situation in Algeria. We ended up seeing not only the ruins, but also the “Mauritanian Tomb” (a regular stop on the way to Tipasa) and spectacular vistas along the coastal mountains to the east of Tipasa. We were treated like royalty by someone of little financial means but of an impressive openness and spirit of life.
In Morocco we were invited to a dinner that we shall always refer to as “The Banquet.” Lahcen and Waffa invited us to a traditional “breaking of the fast” meal during Ramadan. Waffa’s mother, with some help from two or three other persons, prepared the food for the dinner. I asked when they had begun to prepare the meal. The reply: “Very early this morning.” Incredibly, we were served at least twelve different dishes (including harira, the national Moroccan soup; pastilla, another Moroccan specialty that resembles a meat pie but unlike any other; and beghrir, special semolina crepes prepared with meat and honey), two kinds of desserts and four different drinks, including mint tea and a delicious fruit concoction made of strawberries, carrots and oranges. We savored each course with slight pauses in between and lots of conversation. The whole event started at sunset (6:30 p.m.) and ended around midnight.
These are just three of so many instances, both large and small, of welcoming and hospitality to which we were treated during our stays in the Maghreb. “Guests” and “hospitality”— these concepts have become richer for us, charged with an exotic flavor and an almost inexplicable openness to and sharing with others.
After nearly a year in North Africa, Tim and Charlotte Weiss have returned and have sponsored an Algerian friend whose life was in danger.

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