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I fasted with my Peace Corps village, no food or water from first call to sunrise, the summer of 2012 shortly after I arrived. I did it to integrate, very "this is your job 24/7, mission one" and I'm grateful I did but I had it easy street. A typical day would be sleeping until noon, taking a walk to say hello to people and sticking out my tongue when they asked if I had been fasting, arriving at a family's house around 6:30ish, then being pounded food and drink all night until you barely move, rinse and repeat for a month. I learned so much, it really gave me an opportunity to connect and dive into cultural exchange, and I watched a lot of national 2M. It was definitely an experience, but once turned out to be enough for me. Every summer after that I was like, I can't give up coffee and water in insane heat, but I'll still bring the flavor. I've reached an age where I think constant hydration is supposed to be important to me. I love the spirit of generosity and pure kindness, it's a month long holiday of sacrifice and testing yourself and your willpower. I've also seen a fist fight in the Medina already, but that's what happens when you tell thirsty people you're prohibited from cigarettes with the possibility of being arrested if you're caught eating or drinking in public spaces for the month. In Summer 2015 a 20something Moroccan was arrested for drinking orange juice in the square, oh they will make an example. Tourist and expats excluded, but if I wanted to get a drink during this month I'd always carry my passport because some establishments will ask to see it because I look too Arabic and there's a chance (it's a blessing and a curse to be ethnically ambiguous, hair tossle). The best things are meeting incredible families who are so welcoming and warm. I'm all for spiritual enlightenment and reflection, and blessed for the opportunity to just see the hearts of people. Ramadan is a time of peace and self-reflection, things we could all stand a little more of.