It all started on our third day in Tangier when we went on a scavenger hunt into the Medina. To escape the stress of the hunt, I spotted a pet…
Letters
A Pharmacy in Marrakech
“I’m different,” Ayub insisted. “I’m not about money; I’m about experience.”
The Campus Coordinator
And there I was, an American girl taking my first steps out of the Tangier Ibn Battouta International Airport and into Africa. Around me, I saw crowds of people I…
Flares and Fights
Our bus zigzagged in and out of traffic, as we sped toward the game like we were some sort of VIP deserving of special treatment. There were two police motorcyclists…
The Hermit Crab of Café Champs-Élysées
“It has a certain mystery about it,” Steven Heiblim answered cryptically, legs crossed when asked why he traveled to the city of Tangier during his younger years. Steven was wearing…
