As a Peace Corps Volunteer in Morocco, I have had the pleasure of integrating for the last 8 months. As with any integration certain questions are necessary, yet mostly I encounter many opinions. After introducing myself as a US Peace Corps Volunteer and exchanging a local greeting, placing the hand over the heart, my host country nationals usually started right in. Raisnm Bush, Inuful! Ur dars Soq!  Your president is crazy and careless, they would say. How does one respond to this?  At first I found it interesting the opinions of people here of the current President, which range from disgust about the war to the select few who like Mr. Bush because of his stance on Sahara, an issue sensitive for many Moroccans. In most cases, lines are drawn. I’m separated from the politics of my country. That was until the election heated up. Clinton or Obama, then Obama or McCain? Clinton is Berber, vote for the first Berber to be in the white house, a local informed me. McCain Irmi rad imut.(McCain is tired and will die) After all the primary seasons I was elated to find that two candidates remained. Not surprisingly, many villagers remained more informed than I was throughout the entire election. My short wave radio only reaches Al Jazeera and BBC, both in Arabic and not my local Berber dialect of Tashelheet. Immediately following June, Obama was the name I heard most often. In fact, it was the only name for some. A local man on his motor decided to call me Obama. Salam Wa-alaykum Obama, he would say. Everything followed with Obama and in a place where greetings last this was getting old. Villagers were also interested in how I vote, so I began walking with the absentee ballot just to show people what it was. Unfortunately, I was at an in service training with my stage mates and new country director while the election took place. We borrowed a television and stayed up all night waiting for the results. We interchanged between Al Jazeera international, CNN international and BBC International waiting for results. As soon as the election was called, cheers echoed through the halls and tears, hugs, and sheer jubilation followed up until the moments of the president elect speech. And this was from Moroccans and American alike. This was when the change happened in Morocco. The days traveling back to my village have been awkward because people have been cheering everywhere I go. Taxis, Bus stands, and trains, people stop and cheer Obama. What a change a day makes? I would say instantaneous. I no longer had to speak in my village of my president because two fists in the air and smiles from ear to ear greeted me when I returned this week. The most recent comment stayed by step, “Rihab, did you know that Obama is Beber?”