Connecting Across Cultures
I keep telling my significant other that we should pack up and move to Italy! But so far, he’s not convinced. I blame it on the fact that he’s never been to Europe, never mind to Italy β a situation I’m hoping to remedy as soon as feasible. His parents, on the other hand, know…
Initially I was going to title this “Ripped Off In Morrocco: The Story They Don’t Tell You.” Perhaps it’d draw more clicks, but I didn’t like the negative connotation implied. Instead I opted for the above — inspired by an encounter that had me rapidly messaging my sis on a rail ride to Rabat one…
The stench of urine is noteworthy. And beware of the motorcyclists, forever zipping past impossibly close through mixed crowds of locals andΒ tourists alike.Β Wind in their hair. Cross, if you dare. Pedestrians, take care! Marrakesh, the Ultimate Gritty City The streets are steamy, with smoke coming from grills and burners and kitchen exhaust pipes. Fumes from…