And this article showing photos of Libyans supporting Americans. This story needs to be told.
Dispatched to Melilla, or the “Bull-Fighting” Adventure to the Mediterranean
Well, I’m officially no longer a resident of Morocco. My Carte de Sejour expired. I would’ve asked my Gendarmes to renew the document, but since it took them nine months to get it to me in the first place (you know, cause processing a few pieces of paper is so difficult), I told Peace Corps […]
“Sometimes, the Only way to Return is to Go where the Winds’ll take You”
When I embarked on this journey a little under two years ago, the idea that this period of my life could ever come to an end was just absurd. Two years is just long enough that if you want to be here, it doesn’t just become some temporary adventure; it becomes your life. And when […]
The Difference a Year Makes
Last Ramadan, something didn’t feel quite right. For the life of me, I was having all kinds of trouble integrating. The only time I got to break fast was when I went to Avery’s site to see my host family who lived there. I had moments when I felt jealous of all my friends living […]
Telling Time by the Moon, or Stories from the Endless Ramadan Days
The Boulemane Province, at least on this side of the mountains, is a little like Southern California. It never rains. Or rather, when it does rain in the summer, it does so for maybe twenty minutes and then dries up before you notice it even happened. The only reason it is noticeable is because of […]
Ramadan Mubarak Said
Since Ramadan started, my landlord’s son, eleven year-old Mohamed, consistently shows up at my door every evening at approximately six o’clock sharp, which is about an hour before the call-to-prayer that sounds when everybody breaks fast (el-ftour). Mohamed always has on his blue shorts and a blue wife-beater that says something in English on the […]
Homesick for ‘murica, or from Glasses to Culture to Grieving
I’m homesick for America. Actually, this is a first in nearly two years. It seems that the closer I get to my close-of-service, the more I can taste America. Literally. Some Honey BBQ on a set of boneless chicken wings from Buffalo Wild Wings. A platter of my mother’s home-cooked lasagna. Perhaps a little San […]
On Trees and Birthdays
It seemed rather absurd to shack myself up inside the Orchard House for my birthday, so I called up a friend a few hours away, and before I knew it, there was a hike planned in the heart of the Middle Atlas with a small group of volunteers from the surrounding area. Actually, the hike […]
To England and Back Again
There’s a scene in an episode of the Simpsons where Bart & Lisa are in London and walk into a candy store. The store owner warns Bart and Lisa to be careful, saying, “Word to the wise, British candy is a bit sweeter than what you’re used to ‘cross the pond,” but not heeding his warning, the […]
