After nearly three long months, we’re finally through the training process. We’re official Peace Corps volunteers! The swearing in ceremony was lovely. It’s hard to believe I won’t be around these lovely folks again for some time.
On Friday, we went to a bath house to experience a Turkish bath. There is no bath, per se, at least in the Western understanding. Rather, the term refers to the way one is washed and massaged by an attendant from head to toe. We were a bit nervous. We had looked at several, but…
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. –The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka The trip having been so long and having seen so many wonderful things, I had completely forgotten Franz Kafka grew up in Prague. He was not even on my radar, to…
Reason 604 Why I Love Morocco: A man can look definitively masculine despite wearing what the West might see as a dress.
