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And one time I accidentally ended up in Armenia.
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One of my photos has been liked/blogged/etc over 1070 times.

THIS BLOWS MY MIND.

And while I still wonder at some bloggers’ descriptions (doors in Fes are not “hippie/boho,” thankyouverymuch), I feel…I dunno, almost Tumblr famous. In my own small way.

So yeah. Thanks.

A year ago, I was here.

It’s amazing.  A whole year.  So much has changed (I’m a bit older, I’m now officially renting a flat, I’m in grad school), and I miss my friends (from all over), but I am so glad that I had the opportunity to hang out with some great people on the coast of Morocco.

Me on a bridge.  I miss travel.

(Eastern Turkey, nearish to Kars)

I took a friend to Morocco.  He decides it’s a photo shoot.  I oblige.  (And also have him stay with a friend and his family, and eat cha3bi food.  Makouda!)

Productive trip.

So about two months ago, me and this kid went traipsing through Georgia/Eastern Turkey/Armenia.

Even though I am more high-strung, organized, prone to walking, and likely to get smoke blown in my face (from his cigs, please note), it was amazing.  Please, travel where you can, when you can, with good people.

(Even if they make you translate between Russian and Darija just to piss you off.)

In the Batumi Botanical Gardens, Batumi, Georgia.

The recent Guardian article puts Afghanistan as the most dangerous place in the world for women. 

I know a lot of you are news-savvy people, and will assume you have some knowledge of Afghanistan, and can take some guesses as to why it might be hard to be female and Afghani right now.  I will also assume that this article bothered you, and you wanted to do something about it.

(This is where I shamelessly plug a really excellent program that is giving Afghan students a shot at a great education.)

There’s a non-profit called Afghan Scholars Initiative that is working to give highly qualified Afghan students a good education, from high school through college—and, by doing so, promote peace, cross-cultural understanding, and prosperity for Afghanistan.  (In the spirit of full disclosure, I do know the co-founders, and am very familiar with their work, though I have not worked for them.)  ASI, according to co-founder Qiam Amiry, “prepares the next generation of Afghanistan’s civic leaders.”  The goal: send Afghan students to the U.S. as part of a seven-year program (the first year, in Afghanistan, is an intensive program that links the student with a tutor from the U.S.—a really great way to make sure students succeed once they start at their new high school thousands of miles away).  Students attend two years of high school in the U.S., graduate (many with top honors), then go on to attend college.

By structuring the program as a seven-year plan, ASI supports and prepares their scholars, instead of simply dropping them off in the U.S. with no training and no assistance.

The program is still quite young, but already students have graduated from good high schools and have gone on to attend top colleges in the US.  It’s a creative (and effective) way of giving Afghan students a good education, as well as exposing American students to another culture.  (How many of you went to school with someone from Afghanistan?  How would that have affected your feelings towards Afghanistan?)  Finally, ASI has received a Projects for Peace grant (a grant from the Davis Foundation, most known for its work with the United World Colleges) and was recently named as an Echoing Green Finalist.

Check out the article about ASI in the Boston Globe.

If you’re interested in helping out, please click here to donate.  It’s really a worthwhile cause—the work they are doing is amazing, and it’s a really sustainable program.

P.S. Still not convinced?  Read about their new students to get an idea of who they recruit.  They are truly amazing individuals.

Back in Fes after a trip through Turkey, Georgia, and Armenia!

This is from my second week with my hostfamily.  They made me two huge cakes, and sang to me in three languages.

I moved out today.

I hope that everyone has the opportunity to experience the hospitality and love that comes with living with people who quickly become another family.  While leaving hurts, I am so thankful for the experience, and look forward to visiting with them when I return to Morocco in a few weeks. 

Thanks so much, Fes medina.  Even with all the cats, and the trash, and everything else, you have a special place in my heart.