I will never forget the moment I stepped off the plane and into Mohammed V International Airport in Casablanca. Jet lag seemed to be dragging my body into the floor beneath me and I struggled to read the signs around me.
This was my first trip overseas, the first time I would ever travel on my own. All I had ever known were big American cities like Philadelphia, New York, and Washington, DC. I think that was part of what drew me to Morocco – it was so different from anything I had ever known.