One Month Out

One Month Out

So, it’s been exactly a month since we left Morocco.

I miss it.

I miss waking up at the crack of dawn, eating beets, hiking everywhere, taking pictures of cats, dodging runaway donkeys, arguing about feminism, haggling with shopkeepers, crazy taxi drivers, roman ruins, never getting any sleep, laughing constantly because all of us were halfway insane by the last week.

Mainly I miss how amazing the people were, speaking darija, and all of the fantastic men and women I spent the month of June with.

This trip taught me to slow down, listen more, and to avoid anyone with a henna syringe.

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