“Is there a post office in town?” I asked my host innocently. “I’d like to mail some postcards.”

She laughed for a while before she could answer.

“There is a post office, in a way, but the mail here is not so… reliable” she replied.

So began my introduction to the mysteries of the postal service and other governmental systems in Morocco.

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29 January, 2018: I had a pleasant flight to Morocco today, despite the fact that at some point my phone decided I was in Madrid and changed timezone even though it was on airplane mode, which made me think we were extraordinarily late for most of the flight.

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