Riad Kalaa
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THE ROOFTOP TERRACE
... Just kidding. Perhaps I should've had a greater respect for the rules of the culture I was living in? I mentioned this conflict to the students at my private school; they confirmed that a Muslim women shouldn't be seen with a foreign man.
But, I couldn't respect this rule. It was stupid.
My neighbor Ben (who didn't care who was on his neighbors' rooftops) reminded me that the inhabitants of Rabat's ...
Everything I've done since the last entry
... awful American pop song or more likely angry Moroccans arguing about god knows what in very loud, very rapid Arabic---a taxi ride in Rabat is an adventure in itself. While at first I was terrified--feeling my body suddenly relax upon stopping at the final destination or stepping out onto the streets with a jelly-like feeling in my legs or as I said before, using the driver's seat belt holder, I now have a greater appreciation for the taxi drivers of Rabat. Their chain ...
11-7-12
... the road for refugees is anything but easy. The East-West Foundation offers classes to these people in auto mechanics, cosmetology, etc. but also in English...when their are volunteers. There have not been any volunteers at the placement for quite some time so the students are certainly eager!
I knew that I would unearth some misconceptions by living in this country but I had no idea about the extent to which this would be the case. Morocco ...
Imperial Rabat
... The Hassan Tower stands 40 metres and is unfinished. It was supposed to be 80. Still it dominates the Skyline of Rabat. The Tower was meant to be part of a Mosque that was partially constructed in the 12th century by the then King and it was to be the largest Mosque in the world. It was abandoned on the King's death and never completed. The partially built structure remains and its size is impressive. On the same site, they ...
FREE LIKE AN EAGLE? NOT QUITE
... oil.) She gave me a picture of her son who I'd never met, which was rather weird.
She led me downstairs and out, through the crumbling mysterious city.
I needed to learn Arabic.
But, it was impossible. The Moroccan dialect resembled the classical Arabic I'd been learning, little more than English resembled German. It even had a different grammar. I wanted to speak to the Moroccans in their ...
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- Room service
- Restaurant
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking