Riad Kasbah Rabat

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“Whose book is this?” I continued.

“Good,” the teacher said. “Try the next line.”

I could hear the rest of the class groan…

This is public, and it hurts everyone around me. Don’t call on David-san, don’t call on David-san, I can hear my classmates thinking.”


Welcome to my world. Unfortunately, I find Stewart hard to loathe as he seems to be quite a nice chap ...

... minutes watching over the quiet town, gathering our thoughts about our experiences over the past few days. After about 20 minutes of scenery gazing, the wind got the best of us and we headed down the mountain and into our van for our last trip back to the port to catch our ferry.

We were taking a ferry out of Ceuta rather than heading back to Tangier and I must say, what an interesting experience it was. Ceuta is one of two "enclaves" owned by Spain on the ...

... I realize that though I still like my scarf, it has some flaws. One that it is very thin and two that it is a yellow-ish white. In other words, it looks like bandages and I will look like a mummy when I wear it. I guess the jellaba of King Tut might not be so misplaced after all.


After a day of shopping, Kelsey ended up with a grump. A grump not willing to compromise on eating meat. After shopping, I was not giving in. Nuh-uh, not me. So we ended Saturday with Fridays ...

... cars are bigger than a person on foot (and if you are in a lorry, you are larger than a group of them). Here, there ARE crosswalks, but you might as well cross the street anywhere. If anyone were to say, “Hey Hannah, how do you cross the typical Moroccan street?” I’d reply “very carefully” then make the addendum that it’s all about timing. A side note: I have seen very few disabled people here and I’m kind of glad because the ...

... off and the cabbie had to slam on his brakes. Finally, she does get in front of us (on the only one lane road I’ve seen- well there ARE one lane roads but they are not treated as thus). Then she kept randomly slamming on her brakes. I still don’t know why. Then she started to weave a little. I watched the woman intently and I could tell the driver was entranced as well.


There is a fence blocking the tram rails that are going in from the road, they ...

... one of the old gates in the city) so we walked around the covered market at the gate for a while. I’ll have to ask her the name of it again later. It was lovely.


Then the food (Arabic pita- not the Greek pita, hummus, tabouleh, fatoosh, ,and falafel). FANTASTIC. I really want to take pictures of the restaurant (I did get pics of the food) but it seems rude to take pictures of the people. I don’t think they really dig that here. Especially ...

... In all the airports I've been to in my life, Rabat had to most security guards ever. And they are NOT friendly. Don't try and practice your Arabic on them, they DON'T like it. They speak English, you speak English so stop with the hand gestures already.

No joke, one of the women was helping get people through the thermal scan seemed enervated. I thought I would be chipper even though I wasn't feeling it in the least (I needed sleep, a ...

... viva la France! We won't have a lot of time, but plan to maximize what we do have. We're going to spend a few hours doing a boat tour near the Eifel Tower, then have dinner and just walk around for a bit to see what we can see.

I am sad to be leaving Morocco, and truly can't believe the program is over already. It's been a great experience - I've stretched myself well outside my comfort zone and am happy with my ability to ...

Salaamu Lekum,
I hope this post finds everyone doing well! It's been a few days since I've had a chance to journal, so will try my best to get caught up now. Internet connections have been spotty at the home base, so fingers crossed, I'll get my thoughts down without losing service. I hope I didn't just jinx myself by thinking that and typing that!

Work went really well on Friday, and I'd have to say it was the ...

... here have a certain respect if a woman (or women) are with a man, and it's recommended we have a male with us if going out at night. Kurt's happy with that as he gets to go out every night, escorting one group or another of us. "You gotta do what you gotta do", he says, and is "happy to serve". Adding to the excitement, we took taxis to and from the concert - my first taxi rides in Africa. They are little blue cars that only ...