Tangerines and Drug Dealers
I don’t need a passport to walk on this earth Anywhere I go 'cause I was made of this earth I'm born of this earth, I breathe of this earth And even with the pain I believe in this earth So I wake up in every mornin' and I'm steppin' on the floor I wake up in every mornin' and I'm steppin' out the door I got faith in the sky, faith in the one Faith in the people rockin' underneath the sun 'Cause every bit of land is a holy land And every drop of water is a holy water - Michael Franti I had a very long blog entry written for this week, but because of internet connectivity issues (probably something to do with starting to write in one country, then continuing in three others) everything got deleted. So this will be a lot less writing and more pictures, unfortunately. For the most part, our month in Morocco was filled to the brim with as many site visits, guest lecturers, and classes as the program could possibly fi