Connecting Across Cultures
She believed she could, so she did. Travel solo, that is.
“Coffee or tea?” Abdul asked when I entered the breakfast room. It was November 30th. I had woken up, gotten ready, and gone to breakfast as usual that morning — although it was anything but a usual day. “Coffee, thank you.” I sat at one of the breakfast tables and unwrapped a few slices of…
My alarm barely made a peep before I switched it off and got up. I brushed my teeth and got dressed, putting on my jacket and scarf. It was sure to be cold out. I unlocked the double doors separating my room from the breakfast room, trying not to let them creak. Stepping out, I…
“I’m almost half way to Fez, Morocco. My flight departed at 12:40pm — a delayed departure, so we should arrive in Fez around 4:00pm Central European Time. I’m not sure what time that will be locally, but I’ll find that out when I get there. This is a moment I’ve been anticipating most of my…