Last day in Tangier! US soil in 36 hours! (That is, if I get all of this STUFF back in my suitcases.)
No words, witty or sentimental. I just can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to have this experience.
Today’s for you, Jono, without whom nothing is as fun, special, or important. Happy anniversary, habibi! They will see us waving from such great heights…
This one of our class (students + teachers) had to stand on its own. Have you ever seen a creepier picture? It’s a top 5 picture in my book. Probably only in my book.
We celebrated the birthday of our teacher, Abullahteef, with a surprise party, rife with balloons, masks, and cake. Really, any day in which we can wear weird masks is great, but this day was particularly special. Happy Birthday, Abullahteef!
All photos courtesy of Ashley Bonnell.
Mass in Tangier at the Notre Dame de l’Assomption! Although the mass was in Spanish, the priest interestingly gave the gospel reading in English. The congregation was equally interesting; I don’t think I have ever seen a more diverse collection of people. You name it, there was a representative there.
The roundabout near our school, lovely at night.
Photo credit: Blake Sobczak
Background information: in Arabic, Tangier is actually called “Tanja.”
In class, learning intently dressed as the Tanja Mutant Ninja Turtles. Ya know, just an average day in class. Whatever. My only question: where’s the armadillo?
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