I first went to Morocco as a Peace Corps Volunteer in from 1988 to 1990, where I received a warm welcome as a high school English teacher in the village of Outat El Haj.
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Over the summer, I escaped the desert to work at an orphanage in Casablanca.
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I attribute my enduring love for Morocco and its people to the two years I spent there, and the many I have spent learning more about the country since. Some years ago, I launched an experiment to see if I could follow Moroccan affairs from the United States, with indifferent success. The result was thé à la menthe.
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Partly as an exercise in building a new website, I decided to give it another try. I am doubly handicapped in that I am neither Moroccan nor even in Morocco, but I view this blog, if nothing more, as an exercise that will help keep me in touch with my former home if it succeeds. I hope you will enjoy what I have to offer and forgive what I fail to achieve.