Reason 601 Why I Love Morocco: When, after meals, people ask if you want to lay down and take a nap, they are totally serious. Every meal is like Thanksgiving at grandma’s.
I am a lover of the odd and unusual, especially the absurd. Thankfully, politicians and regional pride create endless oddities as political bodies and their leaders draw arbitrary lines in the sand in order to separate ‘us’ from ‘them.’ These can be found throughout the globe, from the bizarre Finland/Sweden argument over a misplaced lighthouse and its…
Reason 401 Why I Love (Southern) Morocco: Due to the tremendous static electricity in the area, the simple act of turning over in bed at night creates an intense, personal mini laser light show.
Reason 397 Why I Love (Southern) Morocco: Clothes hung out around midday are dry within minutes. Even jeans and towels are dry in half an hour.
Reason 383 Why I Love Morocco: A freshly fried, delicious doughnut , known locally as sfenj, is a mere $0.10.
On a surprising side note, if one mistakenly Googles images for ‘svenj,’ one discovers it’s also a brand of risqué men’s underwear.
Reason 373 Why I Love Morocco: The most delicious oranges I’ve ever eaten are seasonally plentiful and only $0.23 a pound.
Reason 367 Why I Love Morocco: No matter how badly I butcher the language, everyone still compliments me on my elementary-level Arabic.
Reason 333 Why I Love Morocco: While the government considers it official, many people do not observe the change in Daylight Saving Time, making effective scheduling an ongoing exercise in forgiveness and letting go of attachments, especially when, because of Ramadan, it reverts back to ‘old time’ during the month of fasting only to go forward again when it finishes. Thus, every meeting for the next few months must include the qualifier, “old time or new time?”
In Flanders Fields During the First World War, Belgium suffered greatly, as much of its countryside became an entrenched battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of men lost their lives in what became a hopeless deadlock that dragged on and on. Each side became mired in their own muddy trenches and men slowly went mad. Tales of…
Tucked up near the coast of northern Flemish Region of Belgium, also known as Flanders, lies the incredible medieval city of Bruges (French), or Brugge (Flemish Dutch). In many ways, it’s like walking back in time. The older canal-based area is a UNESCO World Heritage site. The name is thought to originate from the Old Dutch…