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Orientation: Salam Rabat

Day 1: It was lucky that I checked out of the Hotel Darna early because the hotel only accepted cash payments (something I had asked...

Arriving in Rabat

The flight from Barcelona to Casablanca was over 45 minutes late. When we finally did arrive in Casa, I ran through the foreign airport...

Goodbye Walla Walla, bonjour le monde

The journey to Iceland was stinky. Seriously, someone near me kept farting on the plane. At one point, half way through our flight, the...

ABOUT ME

Salut! My name is Tessa, and I am spending the next five months pushing past my cultural, culinary and comfort confines to travel solo through Europe and Northern Africa. I will be stationed for three of these months in Morocco's capital city of Rabat, where I will be volunteering in a mental health clinic, serving Morocco's large population of disadvantaged youth and practicing my French. Follow my personal and professional journey as I describe my life in the palmeraies.