For my second to last post from the Maghreb (I leave on the 14th!), I thought I’d write a guide to something that is an essential skill here: bargaining. I have yet to master the art of bargaining, which essentially amounts to the right combination of charm and disgust*, but I’ve come a long way since the beginning.
Being away from home during the holidays is hard, but it's even harder when you're in a country that doesn't celebrate them. Luckily, with the help of flatmates, Kenyon friends and professors, we were able to bring some of the cheer to England.
Each year I have had the privilege of bringing one of my fellow classmates home for thanksgiving. To share my family with my Kenyon family has been one of the must fulfilling experiences I have had here.
Don't worry, they have cats here too.
I realized the other morning, as I was drinking tea on my terrace and looking out over the ocean, that I’m going to miss Morocco when I leave. It was the first time I wasn’t wrapped up in being challenged or where I was headed next, and I got a serious feeling that this country had finally gotten under my skin. Maybe it’s the freedom and independence I have now that my two-month homestay is over, or maybe it was the gloriously red tomatoes I saw in the market today, but something made me suddenly wish I could rewind to that first night when I couldn’t sleep because of all the strange noises.