Our first stop in Spain after a long travel day from Morocco, was the home of our dear friend Candace, Llançà. It’s a small, quiet village near the border of France along the Mediterranean coast. Idyllic? Absolutely! And, she was kind enough to not only host us, but drive us around the beautiful Costa Brava region.…
Typical dentist sign
Reason 999 Why I Love Morocco: A professional, quality teeth cleaning done by the dentist himself is only $40 and a new ceramic crown is a mere $400. Even better, my insurance should cover most of it.
“Without cafés and newspapers, it would be difficult to travel. A paper printed in our own language, a place to rub shoulders with others in the evenings enable us to imitate the familiar gestures of the man we were at home, who, seen from a distance, seems so much a stranger. For what gives value…
On Friday, we went to a bath house to experience a Turkish bath. There is no bath, per se, at least in the Western understanding. Rather, the term refers to the way one is washed and massaged by an attendant from head to toe. We were a bit nervous. We had looked at several, but…
Salvador Dali was born in the town of Figueres, Spain which lies near the Spanish border with France along the Mediterranean coast. It is also the site of the Dali museum, the place in which he spent his last few years, and the place he is buried. It’s a wonderful little town quite proud of its…
Gibraltar is an odd place. It’s tiny and most of the space is taken up by a massive rock in the middle of the peninsula, namely the Rock of Gibraltar. “The name Gibraltar is the Spanish derivation of the Arabic name Jabal Ṭāriq (جبل طارق), meaning “Mountain of Tariq” (Wikipedia). It’s a British Overseas Territory,…
Reason 584 Why I Love Morocco: The hot season and the watermelon season are in near perfect alignment.
Reason 531 Why I Love Morocco: Midnight rides through the desert on a darkened bus enables an incredible view of the stars and moon without clouds or light pollution.
A quick video of the Hungarian Changing of the Guard ceremony – my new fascination of sorts – at the Presidential Palace in Budapest, Hungary. This one is different than most, in that it also includes drums.
