Chaimae’s hug was long and tight, trying to make up for the year and a half of missed embraces. Her mother gave me the same hug. They led me into the salon, not the fancy one for guests, but the family salon that doubled as a bedroom. I wasn’t a guest; I was still family. Continue reading Words were more than just words: North Africa part 3
I woke up early. If I had known all that the day held, I may have tried harder to fall back asleep. Continue reading How do I love her?: North Africa part 2
Traveling dehumanizes people. We turn into frantic, herded animals. Continue reading Welcome back: North Africa part 1
The room was heavy with anxiety and stale cigarette smoke on winter clothes. We were different colors. Different nationalities. But all in the dilemma of surviving the system. Continue reading Lost in the system- Part 2
I’m not an expert on pepper coffee. But I might be a little more experienced than I was a week ago. My roommate and I both love coffee, so we were excited to try this Senegalese twist on our favorite drink. Continue reading The pepper coffee experience
1. Dreams I can climb out of
2. A quiet market
3. Syrupy tea poured from a neighbor’s kettle Continue reading 20 even more things I’m thankful for
But we hadn’t even made it out of the city when suddenly a dripping bag of fresh fish came from an arm reaching over my shoulder. Continue reading No loaves but plenty of fish
1. A night full of sleep and an unresented morning
2. Early morning messages that change the day’s agenda
3. Together giggles to lighten a disturbing situation Continue reading 20 more things I’m thankful for
Once in a while, my roommate and I like to get out of our immigrant town and feel like we’re in Europe (because it’s so easy to forget that we actually are!).
I looked up a local art museum and an intriguing café in Almería. So, pretending to be polished and cultured, we country mice set off to spend our Friday evening in the big, frightening city. Continue reading Country mice in Almería
It took 45 minutes to walk to town hall. Naima had told me she would meet me there. She was so slow in coming that I almost gave up. But it was a pleasant morning. There was shade and a nice breeze.
Suddenly she appeared, three children in tow. Continue reading Birth certificates and cookie crumbs