My roommate Allison in our living room before Halloween festivities. It was a good night.
Anfa Place, one of the two huge malls in Casablanca. It’s impeccable, exactly like what you’d expect from an American mall.
Les Abbatoirs, in Casablanca: a repurposed slaughterhouse is now home to tons of cool graffiti, abandoned rooms and staircases, and really creepy hooks.
Outside Meknes, we found rocks that reminded me of the Grand Canyon, and scenery that looked like Tuscany, all on the same drive.
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Exploring the totally empty medina in Meknes. Everyone is inside eating their sheep!
Eid al Adha: based on the story of Abraham and Isaac (in the Bible) and Abraham and Ismail (in Islamic tradition), this holiday happens once a year in Morocco. I was invited to my friend’s house in Meknes to celebrate. I watched the sheep (two of them!) be sacrificed in the traditional way, and then helped skin one of them. Although I was worried about being nervous or scared, I was actually weirdly fascinated by the whole thing. And the deliciousness of the sheep shoulder that we ate the next day helped, too.
A young boy chilling with his horse at the Ain Diab beach. When he wasn’t doing this, he was attempting to get us to give him food (for the horse, he said, with a big smile).
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