When the clock strikes midnight, Cinderella’s gown returns to rags, her coach becomes a pumpkin, the elegant footmen turn to mice. I feel that way almost every time I return to the United States after being overseas. The person I am, or become, when I am traveling is not the same as who I feel … Continue reading
Moroccans share. They share tight spaces, such as cramped food stalls and narrow alleys. They share tea with visitors. To my initial shock, they even share taxis. To enter an occupied cab felt disconcerting but I quickly learned it’s faster and cheaper to ride in a car that already had a passenger, especially if they … Continue reading
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