Wooden Spoons.

Wooden Spoons

As we walked down the streets of the Medina leading to the antique shop, I reminisced about the sweet days of my childhood. I followed a group of fellow students…

Driss making zellij tile.

Talking to a Zellij Craftsman

I often find that when I wander on my own, I can submerge myself into the culture of Morocco and can fully appreciate the beauty and people around me. Some…

The Village

Gray clouds filled the sky and a light mist turned to a drizzle. A group of us—Sarah, Emmy, Elissa, Jennifer, and I—climbed into the tan taxi our campus manager, Mourad,…

Grace Scanlon in the Sahara

Let Me Spread My Wings

“You and Ohana Will Always Be In My Heart” say the two bracelets you gave me before I caught my plane for Morocco. I remember the tears pouring down your…

The Time Traveler

As I sat on my one-person balcony, I breathed in the crisp air of Tangier. It was the kind of air you get when the seasons are changing. Fall was…

The Sisters on Rue Siaghene

Emma, Molly, and Taylor, three students in Tangier, left the Grand Socco, the old market, and entered the Medina through the large white gate. Passing Berber women selling vegetables from…

Naked and Afraid

I sat in the cafeteria, peeling back the buttery layers of my croissant and laughing with my friends about the previous night’s antics when Douaa, our campus coordinator and a…

Fellow UNE student Emma Chabot

The Stranger

The brisk, crisp morning air left me seeking warmth and comfort as we stepped off the train and into our new adventure.  I didn’t know what the weekend would bring…

The Medina Meat Market

From the uneven cobblestone to the bartering butchers and the vast selection of goat heads, the chaos was overwhelming. I’d never seen so much raw meat, and I’d never smelled…