A Big Steaming Pile of Couscous

This time last year…

…I was on my way to Morocco for the summer.

This year…

…I’m in Egypt.

Just experienced a sudden longing for the High Atlas. It’s only been four months since I was last in Morocco, but that was mostly spent in Rabat and the south. I want those mountains again.

Currently reading…

…a boatload of articles and books on the Amazigh Culture/Identity Movement in Morocco for a lit. review on conceptualizations of the movement in my “Advanced Issues in the Study of the Middle East” class.

Back in Edinburgh

Where the sun never truly rises and the fruit tastes like nothing.

I will miss you, your weather and your delicious food, Morocco.

Never have I been more aware of my whiteness than last night’s Sahrawi wedding.
I am white, had no idea where I was or what was going on most of the time, probably ate almost a whole camel by myself, spoke more Arabic than I did all semester in my intensive Masters program, and wouldn’t have traded all of that for the world.