This edition of “From the Kitchen” comes from my hut. I usually eat lunch with my host family, but cook my own breakfast and dinner….
With the Riff Mountains providing an illustrious backdrop, Chefchaouen instantly had me swooning over its 50 shades of blue. Small-town charm keeps the city humbly…
I pictured “majestic” – riding through the Sahara Desert atop camels on Christmas Day. It would be a real life “We Three Kings of Orient Are…
Morocco’s big cities, Marrakesh and Fez, left me in a dizzying daze. A seemingly endless maze of narrow streets and alleys twisted to crowded markets,…
I knew Peace Corps would be an “emotional rollercoaster,” but in all honesty, the experience would be more aptly labeled “2-year bipolar episode.”
Guess what always happens when I go on vacation? Of course I have a great time, but that’s not what I was thinking. I gain…
I recently completed my longest stretch in village: 12 ½ weeks. With school out and the entire village asleep for the 30 days of Ramadan,…

