Just the Facts, Madame
April 8, 2007
Despite the somewhat (okay, completely) negative view of the current U.S. Commander-in-Chief abroad, I’ve never had any problems traveling with an American passport. Usually a simple “hey, I didn’t vote for him” is enough to earn a chuckle and some sympathy. After all, I was the one who had to go back home to Curious George’s America.
By the time I reached Morocco, I was well-traveled and my “denial of responsibility for Bush” speech was equally well-practiced. During my first breakfast at the Fassi Riad, I was introducing myself to the other guests when the owner’s wife joined in. Up until this point, I wasn’t even sure if she spoke English, so you can imagine my shock when she contributed this to our little discussion.
“I know” she said in response.
I just looked at her quizzically, not really sure what she meant.
“You did not pick Double-U. Because you are here – here in Maroc.” She handed me another glass of mint tea. “His supporters would never ever come to a Muslim nation has no oil.”
“Oui, oui, you are very right.” I agreed with her remarkably astute observation.
“But Maroc is a very beautiful and safe place.” I couldn’t agree with her more, yet I was a little ashamed at the way my country’s government was perceived.