
Morocco Week 4: Settling In
Settling into the community means making connections and getting to work in the local youth center. Continue reading Morocco Week 4: Settling In
Settling into the community means making connections and getting to work in the local youth center. Continue reading Morocco Week 4: Settling In
Getting started living with a host family is a fast and furious process. Continue reading Morocco Week 3: Trial by Fire
Week two of bonding with my Peace Corps Morocco family. Continue reading Morocco Week 2: Finding My People
My experiences during the first week of training in Peace Corps Morocco. Continue reading Morocco Week 1: Taking the First Steps
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The engine caught and the boat began pulling away from the dock. The chilly morning air already caused a ripple of goosebumps across my exposed skin. I tightened my grip on my towel, using it as a shield from the wind since my bikini provided little protection. The uncontrollable shaking and teeth chattering already plagued me despite the fact that I was not even wet yet.
Continue reading “Fillenwarth Beach Resort”Few things capture the idea of unity better than pipers.
Continue reading “A 75th VE Day Celebration…With Pipes”I drink it in – literally. I still don’t believe that something that tastes this good can be so healthy for me, even though I have been coming here for a couple of months now. Walking into the clean, open space, I head straight for the bar. I give a smile to Melissa, another regular on Friday mornings. I rely on my work and reward … Continue reading Downtown Nutrition
Darkness. Pitch black at every turn. No difference between eyes open and eyes shut. Fear naturally sets in as the sun sets. But what truly scares us about the dark is what might be lurking right in front of us, waiting to strike. Animals that thrive in darkness are often thought of as monsters, like vampires and werewolves; however, what scares us, also intrigues us. … Continue reading Kingdoms of the Night
Stalking down the dirt path, she ducked under vines and peered between leaves. Faced with a shallow stream, she looked down to judge the distance as the sunshine filtered down and gleamed off the pink and purple beads that decorated her socks. She easily hopped across the large, smooth stones to her next challenge. She confidently climbed the stairs, never looking back. She wound her way to the hidden overlook where greens of every shade burst across the view. The tapestry of the jungle canopy unfolds, becoming her sole focus as everything else is drowned out by the drum of the nearby waterfall.
Continue reading “The Lied Jungle”Walking into the cavernous room, my shoes echoed off every surface…
Click, click, click. Continue reading “Western Heritage Museum”