So after some mishaps in transportation to the airport, I managed to make it out of France and back to Morocco (oddly, no questions asked about my new passport!) So far, I'm not nearly as anxious as I thought I might have been. Though, I've yet to make the transition to Rabat, where I'll actually be … Continue reading Back in the Kingdom: Returning to Maroc
I cannot believe how quickly these past two months have gone by. It's incredible how content I've been; I feel like it's flown by, as if I've just arrived. But now I'm preparing to head back to Morocco, and I'm still a mixture of both super excited and super anxious. On one hand, it's so … Continue reading In a BlaBlaCar: en route to Marseilles
Oh man, I have been dying to write this post. But I've been too busy enjoying myself to sit down on my computer and do it! And honestly, I tend to only write when I'm confronted with extremely challenging things that I need to deconstruct a bit. And there's finally been none of that! But … Continue reading In the French Alps: le deuxième workaway
Bssaha. To your health. Or, more accurately, thank god you bathed. It's a common expression, used not only to "cheers" you and your renewed sense of self-worth, but largely to acknowledge all things new; clothes, meals, haircuts, baths... Which is to say that it's about time I talk again about the hammam. It was a beautiful … Continue reading Moving on: breaking up with the hammam (and thinking about France!)
Wow. So yesterday I wrote this whole post about how I was feeling so incredibly lost, and now this morning I woke up and felt so incredibly found. I knew it sounds so cliche, but it really feels like I wasn't the one doing the work; like something just clicked and it had nothing to … Continue reading In the interim: the summer in Morocco
Okay, one thing I can start with are the two rules I live by these days. The backstory: my first night in Morocco involved a hugely overpriced taxi ride, an extremely persistant tout, and a good, yet also terribly overpriced meal. Welcome to Tangier. The next day, I tried to put my game face on, … Continue reading In the street: my two golden rules.
I'm struggling to compile my thoughts on nearly 11 weeks in Morocco, all into a handful of posts. How to condense such an experience into a few little notes? I'm in Dakhla now, the last stop before crossing the border into Mauritania. I have heard that it's something to be prepared for: more basic than … Continue reading On the web: hello, world!
Hi, I'm Megan, and I'm a recovering workaholic. After putting myself through school - including a crazy year of a three-hour commute (each way) - I landed myself in the world of marketing... with a trailer. In the trailer, on the trailer, under the trailer, and driving it across the Rocky Mountains of Western Canada; that thing was … Continue reading About the author