Oujda, Morocco - I cannot remember the last time that I craved hot chocolate this often and looked forward to early nights knowing that once I was under my covers I could snuggle myself into a warm cacoon of never-wanting-to-leave. It's officially Winter in Morocco and I am dressing the part. My usual attire consists of sweater-pants or thermals under comfy yoga-pants with at least five top layers incuding a tank, long sleeves and a thick sweater left by the previous volunteer. I even fall asleep in my wind-breaker jacket occasionally and I have been keeping my hat, scarf, and gloves close by if not constantly on me.

Bri Kelly