speak the same language.
One of the highlights of our trip to Morocco was visiting a school, and getting to spontaneously teach the kids a little yoga! SUCH fun! Our family stayed in Tighdouine, a tiny town in the middle of the Atlas Mountains, and a friend of our guide, Hamid, was a teacher at a school in Talatast, about 20 minutes drive away from Tighdouine (over a river & some seriously bumpy roads):
The kids were attending an after-school program..they were kids who wanted to be there, we were told...who wanted a bit more education. This is not a touristy town...they might get a few people through who are hiking through the mountains, but most of the kids don't see strangers too often...so, our family was definitely a different sight to see.
The kids spoke primarily Amazigh (Berber), and then possibly Arabic, and maybe a tiny bit of French. They sang us songs (kids singing ALWAYS brings a tear to my eyes...does this happen to anyone else?!), the teacher told us about the school, and wrote our names in Amazigh on the chalkboard.
They had questions...and we were thankful for interpreters! First, they wanted to know what kind of jobs we all had...and I thought for SURE they were going to ask my daughter about her hot-pink hair...but they all wanted to know more about yoga.
I know how to say hello and thank you in Arabic. I can count in French, and I don't know a drop of Amazigh...I was worried at first about not speaking the same language. But really...they just copied the moves that I made. They had no worries about doing the pose "right"...they know how to breathe, and could watch me demonstrate. The kids were so open to learning, and excited to try something new, it was absolutely heartlifting!
We were speaking the same language...that of yoga!