Café Tingis to the left and Café Central to the right.

Café Central

Sitting at Café Central in the Petit Socco, the main square in the old Medina of Tangier, I take in my surroundings. I hear the familiar sounds, with Arabic, Spanish,…

The ferry terminal to cross the Strait of Gibraltar to Tarifa, Spain.

Crossing to Spain

I stuffed my bright orange two-hundred-fifty dollar Osprey backpack with clothes. In my one-hundred dollar Patagonia backpack, I stored my two-thousand dollar camera. My bags were heavy and the air…

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…

 

Morocco, Interrupted

When University of New England students embarked, in January 2020, on the journey of their college life in Morocco, they had only a vague idea of what was awaiting them. They had heard about the life-changing experiences from their peers and through word-of-mouth on campus, but they could not have expected the true effect of the journey until they lived it in the concrete.

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Morocco Interrupted