As this extroverted introvert, I have found that hosting is quite similar to performing. I didn’t grow up in a family that hosted a lot of big gatherings, dinner parties or events save from birthdays and the major holidays (and even those were pretty intimate groups, more often than not). However, moving to Morocco and finding myself landed in the middle of a boisterous Moroccan family who are now my own kin, I quickly learned that graceful hosting and true hospitality were mandatory skills to acquire.Read More
I have written briefly in the past about my language-learning adventure, first with French and then with Darija. However, I still have so many people constantly asking me, “How did you do it?” How have I gotten to the point where when I speak Moroccan Arabic people frequently get confused and ask me if maybe someone in my family is from Morocco?
The truth is that it boils down to one thing. The fierce determination to feel like I belong.Read More
Have you ever had it happen that you tell the abridged version of a story so many times, you start to forget the actual details of what happened?Read More
This is for anyone who, like myself, is a solo traveler at heart.
Independent, strong-willed and perhaps a little bit of a control freak.
I jumped head first into a traveling life with no one holding my hand, establishing my own sea-legs and defining myself by my independence. This was how I started, but things naturally change, evolve and eventually we make choices, both big and small, that challenge who we thought we were.Read More
There is some strange relationship between me and the taxis in Tangier. It is rare that I have a normal, uneventful ride- usually there is some happening or detail about it that is worthy of a humorous retelling. At least half of my Morocco-related stories start with the phrase, “so I was in a taxi the other day…”Read More
Back in my days of traveling solo, I used to fancy myself a sort of lone wolf. A wandering, independent woman who enjoyed her own company and didn’t mind if people came and went, simply passing through until the next adventure. The idea of finding and settling into a community was not in the forefront of my mind back then, but it has been emerging more prominently in recent years.Read More
My mind has been churning lately with all that is to come this summer, planning, making lists and sketches, and getting over-enthusiastic about packing. Sometimes I find it hard to wax on and on about life when I am so busy feeling it. Every time I try to write in these past couple days, all that comes out is something akin to poetry. Snippets and snapshots of these slow moving yet full days.Read More
Dinner on the table.
These are all moments of each day that are engrained in us like clockwork. At first I thought that perhaps one of the biggest time-related challenges in moving to Tangier would be changing my dinner time from 6ish to 9ish, but little did I know what Ramadan had in store for me.Read More