In Rabat, camels beach it too

Fez is a sweaty city. It pants and gasps for fresh air, but most days it feels like there isn't any of that here-- just dust and fumes and disgruntled rot. Its streets ferment under piles of garbage baking in July's 100-plus degrees-Fahrenheit, North African sun. The city itself sweats, and everyone in it sweats too. … Continue reading In Rabat, camels beach it too

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Day trip to see cherry queen doesn’t blossom quite as planned

Ripe with excitement to be getting out of Fez for the day, myself and four other UF students began our Saturday by cramming into a four-door Mercedes that might have been older than me. The driver, who brought the car load up to six, insisted that we fit just fine. It was about 11:30 when we finally … Continue reading Day trip to see cherry queen doesn’t blossom quite as planned

Flight(s) to France part deux: people watching and revealing culture shock

So I landed in Portugal Wednesday morning and sat around about two hours ‘till my departing flight. In the terminal, I watched a woman leave her seat and go to the floor-to-ceiling window looking out to the tarmac, where she quietly knelt on the floor to pray. She chose the Eastern-facing window and after completing … Continue reading Flight(s) to France part deux: people watching and revealing culture shock