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... dress of the countryside working farmers. Doug is wearing a djellaba that is made of much sturdier cloth to withstand hard work. My costume is layered and includes a sash that is tied to leave a slit or pocket pocket in the waist where the woman carries the money. So I guess that implies that women are in charge of the purse strings. I particularly loved the hat or sombrero which I saw being worn by many women as we ...
... derrière moi amoureux et maison, mais nous cultiverons la nostalgie et le romantisme dans l'absence!
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Bises à tous! Marc
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Big news today ... But first an update of where I have been up to lately (outside travelling here and there...!) Anyway, yes, the master's of public health is almost complete: two and a half later, 8 courses and 1 qualitative research (kind of ...
... cruise on the French Riviera over a group romp through Morocco, Spain and Portugal. They'll be reuniting with us again in Lisbon at the end of the tour. So minus two group members, we depart Marrakech bound for Casablanca.
The day is lovely and the roads are smooth. We are luxuriating in the space of a 40-passenger motorcoach, and can comfortably find a place to indulge in a morning nap if the urge arises (and it does). ...
... With that in mind, I got to ride a CAMEL in AFRICA. After everyone got to ride, we made our way to the Medina (old town) of Asilah and met three university students. We had a nice conversation about dating, marriage, divorce, etc. and were able to see the first of many hospitable people we encountered in Morocco. From there we headed over to Rabat, the capital, where we met our host families. I stayed in a house with Rachel and Ariana, a student from Stetson. Our host mother's name ...
"My low points of sickness were definitely the fever and throwing up in the Turkish toilet."
My friend Rachel has just shared this observation in our living room. She is sitting next to me with a pretty rough cold. A cold that, despite resulting in a stuffy nose, watering eyes, and a pathetic unwillingness to leave the apartment, is apparently not a low point.
Rachel's comment reminds me of something ...