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Travel Blogs from Rabat
So Sunday was orientation and today I went to one of the other volunteers' placement at an organization called La Feminin Plurial, a women's empowerment center. I've been given so much new information and become familiar with countless cultural anecdotes these past 48 hours, that it has made it seem as though I've been here for a week. So, bullet …
... a single unit of protest. As the group tightened and the voices heightened, the police force was building at the end of the street ahead of them.
I continued to photograph.
The officer came to the front of the crowd and spoke with the man leading the chants. Looking back on the whole situation, that must have been him giving them a last chance to move.
Still unsure as to what exactly was happening, I continued ...
... What do you think about the American Dream?"
That's a good question. I've been bombarded with more western pop culture here in the past month than I have in American in the past year. Have you seen the new Madonna video? Everyone in Morocco has. There's a strange correlation thats made between the media, movies and technology of America to the people who are products of the space, yet the reality of the matter is: I don't pole dance, drive a BMW ...
Things to set you (worried parents of mine and incredibly dedicated friend) at ease:
1. Haven't wanted to cry yet
2. Hotel is super beautiful and safe
3. My temporary roommate is singing and playing ukulele next to me (so it feels home-y, mama).
4. Getting hit on isn't awful if you don't make eye contact (hard for me), and even then it isn't bad.
5. I bought a cellphone and bargained for a group price so it ...
... also a lot of fun. Kelly, Joel, and I went to the Medina for a few last minute purchases, including a huge bottle of jus d'orange. Allow me to gush about the orange juice here for just a minute. I have never, in my life, had orange juice as delicious as Moroccan orange juice. It's like a pulpy little glass of pure joy. For some reason, none of us had managed to purchase any of the fresh-squeezed stuff from the Medina until that day. Most likely because it involves ...