Ramadan is a time of introspection, community & compassion. Under normal circumstances, the Kingdom of Morocco would be bustling during the night hours with visits to friends and family, celebrating this very special month. …


The more keys you have, the more doors you can open. In my town, being a female means you can eat couscous with the women on Fridays. Being a foreigner means you can sit at the café with the other male teachers after class. The more people you meet in…


When I was 18, my mother walked me into our local banking branch and helped me open my first credit card with a limit of $500. Talk about privilege. In the US, women weren’t allowed to complete a credit application without a male cosigner until 1974. As a senior in…


Sometimes Peace Corps service feels like a game of Mario Kart played by my thirteen-year-old self, high on blue Mountain Dew. Some days I’m speeding around the bend collecting all the stars and others I’m turned around backwards forever pressing “A” into the racetrack wall. Last week, I hit lap…


“Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to spare.” It plays over and over in my head as I wait for the first drop of the evening. It’s finally September. Last night we walked down to the center of town. Tourists had begun slowly trickling into the cafes, but our…


Lately, every day feels like it’s been drenched in honey. One day sticks to the other. Then every day cascades into a gooey mess becoming a week. I walk around like a sloth in my apartment, but everything around the edges somehow leaves a drawn-out sweetness on my tongue. …


On New Years Eve, we found ourselves in a beautiful home perched on a cliff. The coastline stretched for miles on the southern edge of Morocco without a soul in sight. The night faded into darkness to the tune of the waves crashing along the shoreline. We played a game…


It was the third day of bus stops, train connections, and begging taxi’s to take our overweight baggage. Our group had left Meknes in a downpour of rain and traveled through every major city in Morocco, aside from Tangier. Through train and bus windows, we glimpsed mountains and coastline and…


A group of 107 trainees sat on the edge of their seats, while staff members began presentations mimicking travel agency sales pitches. The room filled with a level of anticipation equivalent to the impending drop of the rollercoaster ride, which certainly depicts our community based training experience. My fellow trainees…


Recently, our training class discussed resiliency in service and shared some practices of self-care. Immediately, I was struck with a humorous collision of self-care practice and some mild resiliency. For me, cooking has always helped manage stress and invoked a sense of calmness.There’s just a bone in my body that…

Fay Cowper

Moroccan resident & American citizen. Inspired by the growth of technology education and the colors of travel.

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