Daydreamer

The street behind my house where there was a riot on Friday night.

There are protests galore across Morocco today in honor of Labor Day.  I spent all of yesterday locked up at my homestay in fear of everything going on here, nowadays.  But there is only so much I can take.  As sweet as my family is, I am only in Morocco for another 12 days and I need to experience all that I can of the country.  So, instead of daydreaming of home in bed, today I am working on my final exam prep in a cafe with my roommate, drinking horribly sweet iced tea (pictures to come).

Showing Nate how happy I am (even though
my eyes are two different shapes) locked up at home.