A few days ago, I took another trip around the area to the old stomping ground of my friend, Slimane. Below are some images of Ksar Tayarza and surrounding area in which he grew up. This particular ksar is not as old as some of the others in the area, though it is still quite old.…
I had made plans to travel to and stay in London a few months earlier, but circumstances being as they were, I needed to change plans and decided to begin in Dover. What began as an inconvenience turned into one of my more amazing trips. Instead of remaining within the city, I explored the countryside…
Next to the border to France is a small Spanish town named Cadaqués. As you can hopefully see from the photos below, it is a lovely, picturesque place. Sorry if some seem redundant, I couldn’t choose which I liked best. While their, our friend Candace, introduced us to an ex-patriot artist, Beverly Fettig, who rents…
Moroccan oranges at a local market
Reason 3,042 Why I Love Morocco: Orange season is long, abundant, and delicious.
Though we spent only a few days in what will be our new site, we have fallen in love with the scenery and the people. Though this year’s rains have made it much greener than usual, beauty abounds. Here are some scenes from a tiny desert town.
As we recently made the rounds to visit friends and family before our departure to Morocco January 11, 2015, we put together and refined a “brief” slideshow to share. Some people asked for copies of some of the photographs. To that end, below is a copy of the slideshow. For those who missed the slideshow,…
It’s generally understood that white-skinned people smell like chicken.
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Moroccan sweet mint tea
Reason 902 Why I Love Morocco: Befriending the neighborhood mint seller means a standing invitation for tea.
On our return trip to Budapest from Krakow, having driven through Eastern Slovakia, Erika and I decided to drive through the Western side. Our eventual destination, where we would stay the night, was the capital of Slovakia, Bratislava, located just a stone’s throw from the Austrian border. Our thought was to be close enough to…
