Where to start? I had my first experience at the hammam, or public bathhouse. It’s kind of like a large, three-room sauna of sorts, where you literally go to bathe. In one room, there is a small pool of warm and cold water, and you can mix the two in buckets to get the right […]
Tag: Morocco
Hello from Sefrou!
I had a dream last night that several years had passed, and Khalil and Fatima, my host family brother and mother, were coming to the United States to visit me. I was at the Nashville airport waiting for them to arrive, and when I saw them, they were jumping up and down yelling excitedly, “Salamu […]
Maroc Arrival
Well, it’s finally here, and that sixty or so hours of traveling (from Nashville to Philly to JFK to Casablanca to Mehdya, where I am currently) just completely took it out of me. I’ll keep this first post short, as I mostly just wanted you to know that I made it okay. I’ll have a […]
A Legacy of Service, or Why Morocco Mattered to Me Before This
Morocco was, strangely, my first choice, among Peace Corps countries I could serve. I say “strangely” because as I dreamed about Pacific Islands or Guatemalan potholes to hell (my dear friend Maria really wanted me to go to Guatemala), Morocco was never a serious consideration. I mean, I certainly mentioned it in one of my […]
