Archive for Category: "morocco"
For You, Good Price!
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
As Wingman for My Moroccan Sister
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.
The Golden Hour…and the Gilded Age in Morocco
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
Moroccan (Un)standard Time
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.
Marrakech: The Most Honest City in the World
“Comme ca, like this.” The old Moroccan rug salesman placed his thumb on the rim of the small painted tea glass, and his pointer finger on the bottom – the proper form for sipping mint tea. A friend and I sat in the upstairs loft of the family store in Marrakech, enjoying the tea and hospitality of the store’s owner
