Today was one of the better days.

Jordan and I visited the salon. I understood everything that was said. Better yet, I understood everything that the Moroccan woman said. Her name is Ahlam. Tonight, she tried to convince me to become the second wife to her husband. Evidently, he looks just like Enrique Iglesias. As fun as that sounds, I graciously declined.

On the way home, Jordan and I decided that this conversation was probably just a joke that only Arabs get. 

Or so we hope. 

I realize my comprehension has improved tremendously. I needed to recognize that accomplishment. 

So, yay, I can understand Arabic.

Now, time to work on my sputtery, sad excuse for speaking skills.