Archive for Category: "morocco"
If I were given a dollar every time a woman told me that she was too scared to travel to Morocco or the Middle East/North Africa region (MENA) alone (or even with female company), I could finance another month-long trip to Morocco. This attitude saddens me so much, because I know firsthand how much these women are missing out on.
If you would have asked me where I would have liked to study abroad five years ago, I would have given you all the typical answers. Could I see myself sipping a café au lait in Paris, strolling the streets of London, or soaking up the sun at some beach in Spain? Absolutely. My decision [&hellip
Some things are just universal. I figured that out sometime in the first week, when my host cousin put on Britney Spears’ “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman” for the fifth straight time and Mom yelled at her to turn it down.
Walking home from the bus stop was my favorite part of my day. It was Ramadan, and I usually arrived home with less than an hour left before iftar, the breaking of the fast. The sun was setting over the Atlantic, and from my neighborhood in the hills on the northeastern boundary of Rabat, the whole city was enveloped in a golden haze
I should have known at customs. There was no shortage of officials and no unusually large crowd of travelers, but still it took me nearly three hours to get to the other side. The baggage carousel was dark and quiet. My train had long since left without me.