While moving back into Wellesley for the fall semester, I was looking through my notebooks and realized that in the rush of the end of last semester, I forgot to type up and post my last few entries! This was from May 11, 2025. The bougainvillea is fading. Bright purple bougainvillea used to spill out […]
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Spring 2025
A City Full of Murals
While moving back into Wellesley for the fall semester, I was looking through my notebooks and realized that in the rush of the end of last semester, I forgot to type up and post my last few entries! This was from April 28, 2025. The Botanical gardens are quiet. As per usual, many couples sit […]
Ecotourism, Agriculture, and Green Spaces
The first thing I noticed walking into the botanical garden today was the overpowering smell of plants. There are long beds of sage, rosemary, and cumin throughout the garden, and the sage is blooming, as is almost everything else in the garden. There is pollen in the air so thick I keep sneezing, and the […]
Rabat’s Skyscraper
It’s starting to get hot in the afternoons. There is wisteria blooming all over Rabat, especially along the trellises in the botanical garden, and the cat that lives at the language center had her kittens. Spring is here in full swing. I even saw a turtle walking down the path on my way into the […]
Water in Morocco- From the Bouregreg to Ouled Ali
The Bouregreg river splits the cities of Rabat and Salé. It is not huge, but is certainly substantial. From the Chellah, a Middle Ages necropolis and mosque built on top of a Roman city, you can look out over the river and the bit of marshy land separating it from the city, where right now […]
Spring Rain In Rabat
It rained this morning, and on and off last night. At breakfast my host mom warned me about the cold, but the rain felt warm and light from a Midwestern perspective. By now, around lunch time, the garden is dry except for a couple puddles in the gutters in the shade and a bit of […]
A Cold Day in Rabat
I am sitting in my university’s garden, a patch of grass and bushes between a few blocky buildings. I just got out of Modern Standard Arabic, and my brain is fried – it is the end of my first week of classes in Morocco, and the end of my first week speaking only Arabic, all […]