Sister, Sista, Sistah and Obama
Posted in Uncategorized on Apr 20th, 2011 No Comments »
Sometime in between rolling my suitcase through the rocky Medina streets and taking in the sidewalks overtaken by makeshift stores and the commanding presence of only men in the outer parts of the cafes, I realized that I was in Morocco. The friendly smiles and curious glances and the unsure “holas” and the confident “hellos” [...]
