Post-Maroc Low Down For the Die Hard Fans

We're about to play a game called "I post, you guess (and I caption when I have time)." I'm back in the States, back at Chapman, safe and sound and learning possibly more about Morocco in reflection.



My Arabic class on our Friday coffee sessions.

My wonderful, Arabic teacher Fatiha. Lord knows she didn't speak much English, but she's fluent in charades and grimaces.

Some friends and I decided to take a bus to wherever it was going, and we wound up taking the only bus out of town. We showed up at this market.

And across the street was this sign.

Jonah's house.