Tarts in Morocco

In Morocco, things are a little different. In case you haven’t worked that out yet. When its comes to women here I sit up and take notice. Because I am a woman. Also because women have a tough enough go of it in western countries without adding in a culture that sometimes still operates as... Continue Reading →

Strangers Things Too

Sometimes living Marrakech can be a little like living in Harry Potter novel. You often, and by often I mean daily, have to shake your head, blink your eyes and look to a neighbour. “Dj’you see that too?” Quite honestly, with a battle cry of “expect the unexpected” I think there is nothing left that... Continue Reading →

Oh, you’re one of those now….

One of the things I have learned in Morocco is that you just don’t talk about certain things. (Which is why some of you realize there is a gapping hole in my blog). And that’s fine. I respect that. In Morocco things happen behind closed doors and are kept private. If that weren’t the case... Continue Reading →

Not Today Missy!!!

  Another day, another task. I woke up on Friday to a text from the post office (!!!!!). This is revolutionary. The message written in French announced the arrival of a package I had been tracking from Canada Post. Back in August, my friend Kate found herself in Toronto. I know - crazy. It was... Continue Reading →

The F Word

If you're familiar with Morocco then you are aware it's been heavily influenced by the French, because there was a French protectorate in place from 1912 until independence in 1956. The result of this is still heavily evident. French is one of the three official languages (the others being Arabic and Berber). French is the... Continue Reading →

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