Do you remember that night, when we were on the rooftop of that sketchy hostel in Fes? I was feeling so overwhelmed by the culture and sheer vastness of the Medina, tired, travel-worn, home sick, heart broken, and just utterly dejected by the day. I think we were both ready to fly out of Morocco ASAP.

But then two Moroccan boys showed up on the rooftop a building away. With their broken English, our broken French, the little bit of Arabic we picked up, and inventive hand signals - communication was made possible. The boys were our age and their family owned a souvenir shop. On that night, they were getting ready to leave for a festival. We could hear the music from the distance. Sad to see our new friends go... I was about to head to bed, but before we knew it - they were climbing across the rooftops towards our balcony! And this is what they had for us:

A genuine human connection, a small gesture, a surprise friendship across languages. It made my day.