Morocco

Linnea Ashley on May 21st, 2010

The narrow winding streets of the medina are sheltered on both sides (and sometimes above) by shops; it is an ancient shopping mall of pretty much all things conceivable….living animals waiting to become meals, or their kin already slaughtered, silver, copper being made, rugs, tile. Whatever you need is nestled somewhere between one of the […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 19th, 2010

The call to prayer chases itself from one minaret to the next – echoing its multiple births across the Place Boujeloud outside the medina gate. Sparsely populated during the day – mostly students from the adjoining college sharing the shade of a row of mulberry trees dropping ripe fruit – the paved expanse is crowded […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 19th, 2010

“Côte d’Ivoire?”I shook my head no.“Cameroon?”I shook again.“Nigeria?”Now he was reaching; unsure but determined to figure it out.“American,” I offered with a smile. His turn to shake his head. “you are African,” he grinned at me, confident in his assessment.He wasn’t alone in noticing me or in guessing my origins. Here, at least, the assumption […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 19th, 2010

The dun colored expanse below was obscured by the thin haze of clouds. But the longer I gazed down at the ground speeding by I realized that it must be sand…not just sand but the sahara. And while I experienced my first taste of the sahara’s vastness in Egypt, there it felt contained. In cairo, […]

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Linnea Ashley on May 19th, 2010

The humid air snuck through the thin cotton of my over-washed shirt and clung to my skin like a scared child. In the distance, thunderless lightning sparked like a dying flashlight in a dark room and I pulled out my sweater, unused in the last seven months, and wrapped it against the early morning chill.This […]

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