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| Oooh. |
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| Welcome to the glamorous Kabila Hotel. Since the 1970s. |
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| A picture of me. I'm not just making this stuff up. |
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| Moroccan children don't have things to do on Sundays. Besides stare at tourists. |
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| Maria and me in ChefChaouen. |
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| Me again! Plus Livy, my weekend long bus buddy. |
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| Look! A candid of me and Tessa having fun! Or throwing each other off this cliff? |
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| Sororitastic takeover of Morocco. You roll your eyes, but you know its cute. |
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| I'm guessing it says "Stop" or something about Allah. |
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| I can swim home from here. |
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| If you really love me, you'll go buy me these in Tetouan. |
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| Tupperware bargaining? I'm in! |
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| Authentic pictures of real life things. |
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| One of the cats that made Morocco smell yucky. But was still cute. |
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| The guy up there's wife? |
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| Danny and the forbidden Mosque of Tetouan. |
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| More creepy kids-in-alley pictures? Really? Yes. |
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| In need of a paint job. |
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| Christmas colors or national Moroccan colors? Hmmm. Given by the Christmas lights all around, harder decision than you might think. |
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| An ominous mosque. Say that five times rapido. |
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