True to my suitcase-of-couscous traveling style, I packed about four times as much couscous as clothes and toiletries for my trip back to the states.I had arranged a hand-off in the London airport to a woman who runs a (rather shady looking) business importing hand-made food products from around the world and selling them on her website.I’d barely cleared customs and was terrified I’d get arrested for smuggling couscous into the UK.But the police didn’t even blink when Kate asked whether I’d brought “the goods” and we proceeded to make an extremely obvious handoff right under his nose of a poorly-packaged box that was spilling small brownish-crumbs all over the floor.
So I can check “export couscous” off my list of things to accomplish during my two years here.That made lugging a heavy suitcase across Morocco and onto a different continent, and all the paranoia, all worth it.
