I walk under one tree on my way to school.
This is the hard truth about living in the Rabat medina. Nature has been greatly missed.
However, this past weekend our program organized a great outing to a Berber village for the weekend. I’m hesitant to use the word Berber as some find it offensive. Some of our professors say that it is politically correct to use the word Amazigh, so I will use this word instead. After sleeping one night under a tent, we spent a second night living with Amazigh families, trying to speak Arabic with them, going to the hammam with them, and even milking their cows and goats. The rest of the time was spent hiking around the countryside and visiting unique locations on the way to and from Rabat. It was an awesome trip that I recommend to everyone!
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<p><span style="color: rgb(29, 29, 29); font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(237, 237, 237);">Hello, everyone! I am Meghan Johns, a 20-year-old student who comes from the small, but lovely Carthage College in Wisconsin. I study studio art, art history, and the French language there, but I am really excited to begin learning Arabic in Morocco. In my free time, I draw and write music. Traveling is always a must on my to-do list. I cannot wait to see what Rabat has to offer. You can guess how excited I am to start my adventures there this next semester, but the only thing I'll love more than having them is sharing them, with you.</span></p>