I spent a lot of my pre-trip time worrying about how my girls would adjust to relocating to Africa for 6 weeks. My first trip to Morocco cost me a month of culture shock, and I didn't know what to expect from my little girls. We prepped them both as much as we could by looking at pictures of Moroccan relatives and trying to cram in as much Arabic as their brains could handle.
Amira was delighted by Morocco the moment we stepped of the plane. She literally laughed with joy as we boarded the train fr om Casablanca to Marrakech (after 24 hours of plane travel, I was not equally exuberant). I wrote in my journal on the first day:
It has been such a joy to watch this trip through Amira's eyes. She loves everything about Morocco and told me she never wants to go back to Hawaii. She was thrilled with our train ride and tonight as we wandered through Jamal F'na Amira made her way into a group of musicians and danced her heart out for a group of onlookers. She loves her family here. She loves the food and loves how people here 'look like me.' She feels at home here in the same way I do, perhaps she has more of a claim to it since Morocco is in her blood the way it will never be in mine.
Here is a video of Amira dancing to Berber music, our second day in Morocco: