If my recent face-stuffing trawl through Austin taught me anything, it was that food and travel go hand-in-hand. Despite the havoc it wreaks on my waistline, eating my way through a new place is one of my favorite means of exploration. To eat the local foods is to peel back layers of culture and tradition and history. […]
Days #11,582-3: Whaa… wait… what in the… WHAT just happened? Marrakech bamboozled me like a Tasmanian Devil in full spin. One minute I was eager & ready to explore- and the next I was flat on my butt, blinking and wide-eyed. Thank me later, Marrakech, but I believe I’ve stumbled upon your ideal tagline: “What […]
Day #11,581 {New Year’s Day 2014}: Because New Years’ Eves generally find me breaking bad, New Year’s Day sunrises generally find me asleep in last night’s sequined clothing, slobbering on a mascara-smeared pillow. This, as I learned in the Sahara, is 100% my loss. (And, incidentally, Mr. M’s loss because his first vision of the new […]
Day #11,580 1/2 {New Year’s Eve 2013}: There was one Saharan activity to which I’d secretly most been looking forward. Riding a camel is just so Classic Desert, is it not? Mr. M’s adorable mother Mama Betty somehow got the idea that her children and their multifarious luggage would be chartering camels from the edge of […]
Day #11,580 {New Year’s Eve 2013}: I woke up in a tent in the middle of the Sahara. And laid there for a few minutes while it sunk in that I was waking up in a tent in the middle of the Sahara. For a landscape so barren at first glance, the Sahara solicits exploration. […]
The Casablanca airport does not make a great impression. Unfortunately, the entry point of all flights from North America is said airport, the domestic terminal of which is highlighted by ominously flickering fluorescent overheads, dotted with 1/6 the number of seats it might’ve contained, and features an airport lounge with an honest-to-goodness foot of cement […]