Our group went to Cetua this weekend, a Spanish enclave on the Northern Coast.  We spent one night so that we could renew our visas the next morning.  When Ryan and I woke up in our hotel room, things got confusing quickly.  Both of our Moroccan throw-away phones told us that it was 6:15 in […]

Today, March 22nd, is my father’s birthday.  I spent the weekend driving from Fez to Sidi Ifni with Pauls, Karissa, Emma, Ryan, and Sam for the opening of Dar Si Hmad’s fog water system.  We spent Friday driving down, making a stop in Marrakech to visit the CLC and all the old faces, before arriving […]

Morocco is only the second outside of the US that I have been to, the other being China.  Early on in the trip, I decided that a life goal of mine would be to have a chess board from every country I spend time in.  I already had one from the US and from China, […]

For a while now, my shoes have been broken.  Specifically, half of the soul of my left shoe is detached from the rest of the shoe.  More than once, I almost face-planted in the street because the soul get’s caught on something, and Hannah started to call my shoes “Will’s flappers,” for the sound they […]

For the first few days here, most of us only went two places; our homes, and the Institute for Language and Culture (INLAC).  INLAC is inside the old medina, and is the school where we’ll be taking our classes for the next two months.  My host-mother just calls it “al-madrasa,” and that’s where I tell […]