Aziz Rain falls softly from a slate grey sky, and drips slowly from the drooping tips of the palm leaves that dominate the view from my hotel window here in Rabat. Birds sing unseen, sheltering from the rain, and people…
Holidaze It is starting to get cold here. Once again, the trees flame with gold that rains down on the barren fields whenever the wind sweeps down the valley. I can see my breath most mornings, and know that the…
The sun was especially hot one day last week. I was up early to watch the village wake up and to watch the clouds grow and shift, building up into the afternoon thunderstorms I have learned to expect daily…
Gaining Perspective…Volume 6 Two Years in the Kingdom of Morocco By Charlie Kolb It’s midsummer in the High Atlas and the air is heavy with heat and light. Temperatures climb often into the 90s during the day, but stay in…