Author: Kate DiTullio
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What History Can Teach Us
First off, I have nothing new to say about this topic. I am not a professional historian; I am a high school history teacher who was lucky enough to be trained by some amazing historians at a public university in Massachusetts. But I may be the only person in your social media circles to point…
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When the World Closed Inward
When the world closed inward,Those of us scattered abroad had a choice to make.Stay. Leave. Each option presented its disadvantages.Each option was wrong in some way or another.When the world closed inward,Those of us in a foreign country assessed our options.Some left.We hastily packed and said hard goodbyes.We soared off into the atmosphere with a…
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Steady As She Goes
One thing you learn when you move to a developing country is that disaster is never really very far away. Many of us who live in wealthy countries have never learned this lesson deep in our bones. Even after this pandemic subsides, we will try to go back to our mindsets of invincibility and inevitability…
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On Friendship
“Well, if you’re feeling lonely,” she tilts her head at me from across the breakfast table, “let’s do a Sunday roast tomorrow!” “Well, if you’re lonely,” another friend says, “come to my place tomorrow and you can play with my dog while I make dinner!” “Well, if you’re lonely,” a third says, “let’s go out…
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Oxford Reflections
I just finished a teacher training situated at Oxford University. Sitting here now in my London hostel, I find that I’m not missing the famed dreaming spires of the medieval city-turned-university. I’m missing the new friends and camaraderie of the past few days. What I just experienced was one of those rare times when a…
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Those Perfect Moments
I like to put my music library on shuffle and see what music I’ve forgotten was there. Today I was surprised by Fun.’s “Some Nights.” I write about this song today because it brought up a memory from a few years ago, of a moment that stands frozen in time. It was a good moment.…
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Winter’s End
For the record, Marrakech did get cold this winter. It nearly reached freezing temperatures a few nights in January. (I know, New Englanders and Midwesterners. I know. But people here barely flinch when the temperatures soar into the 110-degree zone, and correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t Bostonians historically considered three consecutive days of…
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Green Morocco
If you take a look at my social media feed from the last five months, you’ll see a lot of red tones. It makes sense; Marrakech is known as “the Red City”. And you could be forgiven for thinking that Morocco is mostly red in hue, especially if you saw it only through my social…
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Checking In
Hey! It’s been almost two weeks since my last update. Sorry about that. I try to write every week, but sometimes the words aren’t there when I want them. Life in Marrakech is good, no worries. I’m working a lot but enjoying it. I spend time with good people outside of work, and we have…
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Listen to the Music
The school’s bus arrives between 7:45 and 7:50 each day, pulling up to the edge of the curb as I stand there chatting with Adam. My colleagues arrive around that time, too, rushing towards the stiffly opening bus doors that always seem like they’re this close to succeeding in their clear goal of staying peacefully…
Kate DiTullio | Teacher. Traveler. Writer. 