Photo Grab-Bag
Is Grab-Bag hyphenated? Not important…
So you know when you are reading a blog, or a book, or maybe an article about a foreign place and you think, “Wow, I really wish there were more photos of it, I am having a hard time picturing it from just the words!”. Yeah. Sorry about that. I know it’s been unacceptably long since my last blog had photos…. and not to make excuses, but here’s an excuse: bad/unreliable internet connection in my souq town. That’s all I got in the way of excuses, and it’s a pretty lame one, so in the spirit of making amends…. PHOTO GRAB BAG!!!
in the Challah (archaeological park in Rabat), very tall guy in front of a very tall old thing.
- Eric in my second-favorite graveyard that i’ve yet seen, In Rabat. (is it weird to have a ranking of favorite graveyards?)
at the USAID youth in development forum, my beautiful and amazing roommate, Leila from Agadir
Host brother and his new wife on their wedding day- July 6, 2010
in the ladies' room, breakin' it down to celebrate the marriage!
"jma al-fna" in Marrakech, famous for snake charmers and delicious food
buying dates and apricots in jma fna
Marrakech
Adam in Ouarzazate at a favorite juice place during Post-Pre Service Training- August 2010
on top of the hill in my village, I LOVE late summer afternoon storms coming over the mountains
At the USAID youth in development forum, A performance by musicians from Fes
USAID youth in development forum, velvet jelaba and stilettos... the girl's got style
an archaeological park called the Challah in Rabat, I highly approve of the doorway paint color
archway in Challah, Rabat
Where the previous king, Mohammad V, is buried, in Rabat
went up there for a regular photo, but then my boss unexpectedly called me, i think i like the way it turned out better... Rabat
Right outside my Hanut (general store in town), i love it when they pile the crops on donkeys like this, they look like porcupines... even funnier to watch them walk (and the load isn't heavy, so the enjoyment is completely donkey-friendly)
who says you can't get good mexican food in Morocco? Yah just gotta make it.. call them "freedom fajitas" now, as it was my first home-cooked dinner of independence in site
