Sunday is usually one of the days of the week, the kindergarten of my parents, at the foot of the Atlas Mountains in the village of El Kharoua, is in session. This is the day, the primary group of 3 to 5 year olds come to be taught in Montessori style. A few months ago, our friend Peter coined the nickname for this group, that has become somehow stuck now: “the crevetten”.
At the same time, other older school-going children from the village also attend, to either do their homework, study for upcoming tests or assist Brahim, my parent’s assistant, with teaching of these crevetten.

My dad had wished to drive with me in Eeyore to experience the overlander ride, that I herewith happily fulfilled, whereas the others, my mother, Angelina and Brahim took a taxi from Marrakech out to the village. When we arrived at the kindergarten, all the children, young and old, were already eagerly awaiting us. We were welcomed wholeheartedly by every single one of them with the traditional left and right kiss on the cheeks for girls as well as for boys.

After a quick coffee and a team meeting, we all set off to our various activities, my parents, Brahim and some of the older students went to attend to the crevetten and teach them, Angelina went shopping with her god child and I set up my overlander truck in the back of the garden, as many children wanted to see where I sleep in the roof top tent on top of my car, were curious about camping details, such as how and where I cook, shower, charge my laptop, my tools and where I go to the toilet. All this, these curious kids had not yet experienced and were eager to learn. With the tireless help of Naima, one of the older girls, who speaks German quite well and interpreted, we explained, showed everything and answered all the questions. They were at awe. Once the crevetten had been sent home after today’s session, of course, my parents as well as Angelina also took a closer look at the rig.

Then it was time for some lunch. This time, it was a bit more festive for this occasion. Some families had been so kind and brought self-made fresh bread, olives, goat’s butter, olive oil and tea. With our additions, we had a very hearty lunch together with all the older children and the adults outside in the autumn sun on the lawn of the kindergarten’s courtyard. Happy days!
Afterwards, the older kids played in the garden a bit or chatted, before it was time to say goodbye again. As my parents are staying a bit longer in Marrakech, they will be back within a couple of days to resume their work at the kindergarten again.