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I still feel a pang of guilt whenever I think of the little girl in Guatemala who sold me the mini-Christmas tree last December. Our van was about to depart so I refused to cave in and give her the extra dollar she was asking for. 2,399 more words
Over the past week I could feel myself letting go of my usual penchant for structured time, and felt proud of myself for cancelling a day trip up the Atlas Mountains, as well as a half day cooking class. 3,747 more words
As a naturally early riser, I find the mornings very peaceful in Marrakech. For the past few days I’ve been awake to hear the first call to prayer. 1,775 more words
I like buffets. Boxes of mixed chocolates. Appetizer platters. Miniature bottles of alcohol. Packs of tiny, packaged cheeses.
I like variety. I like sampling, and trying new things (sometimes off plates not my own, much to the chagrin of my company). 1,785 more words
I am an idiot. I should have known better. This was the third time I’d returned to Canada since I began traveling 5 years ago, and I was fully aware of the many reverse culture shock-y things that can occur when one comes back to one’s country of birth after time spent abroad. 1,814 more words