24 Hours in Rabat: Meat, Wheat, and a Marriage Proposal
While studying abroad in Morocco, my gluten allergy contributed to an evening of spontaneous pantomime and endless laughter upon joining my homestay family for my first dinner. My homestay dad, Khalil, was asking/miming/attempting to communicate: “Okay, I see here,” pointing to my homestay form, “that you’re allergic to meat?” Laughing, I replied, “No, I am …
