Morocco has the best doors...

This is in the medina in Volubilis



















And in Fes...
































































Irish pride!?

Censor! Delete!

Morocco doesn't observe daylight saving's time -- making me 5-6 hours ahead of those that I love instead of a mere 4-5. I am sure it is only pyschological, but I think that I feel further away. Grr-oss.

It was a pretty good week/weekend, I've managed to acquire plane tickets for Paris next month: Awesome. A trip to Spain is also in the works -- life is great, really and truely. I also acquired some pretty fancy Moroccan jewelry. Nancy and I went to the medina and ended up running into a shopowner that Shifa and I had previously befriended. He has the cutest shop, complete with the cutest kitten in the world. The kitten jumped in my purse, I reallyrealllly wanted to run away with it...

We also bought kohl, which is super-difficult to apply with a wooden stick (most things are?) but Nancy and I somehow managed despite our somewhat less-girly personalities. Pictures below! You've been forewarned...







Me + my shopowner buddy Abdelaziz. He helps me with my Arabic. Sometimes he helps me with my English...












Nancy and I in Abdelaziz's superexciting shop of all things awesome.















Wearing new jewelry and attempting kohl... cute.

The blog from Casa

The hardest thing about starting to write a blog is figuring out what to name it... Luckily I've got the Moroccan populace to assist me with such complicated tasks.

Classes restart tomorrow, which is sort of a drag, though entirely necessary. I've run out of things to read which interest me and my sleep schedule is ruined -- almost like I'm still in undergrad, amazing.

The break gave Shifa and I an excellent chance to roam about and to visit Casa -- it's what fancy Moroccans call Casablanca, oh la la (Shifa, for those who don't know, is my most excellent roommate whose company I enjoy immensely). We had a lot of fun photographing the beach, eating in abandoned restaurants after ftor (yess, even the famous Rick's Cafe), befriending confused taxi drivers, and fleeing warzones in crowded cars. Seriously though, Casablanca is a really fabulous and beautiful city.




The beach... so beautiful!




Shifa waiting for the train to El-Jedida, an old port town.
We fled El-Jedida. See below.






A prime photo of Shifa surveying some meat at the market in Casa.




A cute park in the center of the city -- with a cute Moroccan child. Moroccan children are the cutest I have ever seen.





Me at the only cafe in Casa that is open for breakfast during Ramadan. Lots of French men and cigarettes.



The streets of charming Casablanca, I'm not sure this guy was too keen on me taking the picture.




Some beautiful beach shots...






The main stretch across from the central market.




One for the parents, me in Rick's Cafe!




M'a s'salaama!