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If there's one thing I've learned in Morocco, it's that food isn't just something you eat - it's something you share. It's a conversation, a gesture of welcome, a sign of care. Meals here don't feel rushed. They stretch out, often over hours, with pauses for more tea, more bread, more laughter. When I first arrived, I thought a dinner invitation at 7:30 meant we would eat around 8:00. Instead, we sat down closer to 9:30 - and didn't leave until after 11. It's not about gettin

This weekend one of my Fulbright besties, Talia, and I took a day trip to Fes (not Fez - you will be corrected). It’s about a three-hour...

This past weekend was one I’ll never forget. When I first connected with Safaa, I knew she would be someone special. She’s a college...