My final reflection relates to the difficulties I discovered eating abroad. As a vegetarian, I’m accustomed to finding issues with food— especially in American-style restaurants. France was difficult to navigate (or find protein), but it was easy to get by off pastries and coffee. Morocco, I found, was much different. Because we kept to a traveling bus and were heavily discouraged from solo exploration, there weren’t opportunities to grab a pastry or random snack as often. Most meals were lamb or chicken, with a typical substitute available of cooked vegetables. This was a little different than what I was used to— especially coming in with few expectations. I discovered my favorite vegetarian dish was lentil soup. It was a welcome alternative to pastries!
