When I think back to all the ups and downs, all the learning and growing I have undergone over the past 19 months. When I think about how much this country has changed me, and hope that I have changed it for the better, even just a little bit. And when I think that an adventure that I was THIS excited to begin is finally coming to an end:
I’m really going to miss Morocco.
When the roomies get together for (my last) family dinner
My Moroccan brother and my second family, the greatest family I could have ever imagined being “adopted” into
When you need help, so friends of friends drop everything and spend the whole evening helping you out
Moroccan olives. Especially when in the form of an olive roll from my favorite bakery:
When your home city has a place like this, where you look out and feel completely at peace
When things you would take for granted at home become major luxuries