By all accounts I might as well have been in Italy as I stood amongst the Roman ruins of Volubilis with its eerie-looking cyprus trees swaying in the welcoming breeze. The day was intolerably hot but the ruins remained surprisingly well-preserved for they had been exposed to these elements and temperatures for centuries now…. [Read More]
I’m sitting in my New York apartment and I can feel a palpable shift in the weather as August gives way to autumn and the need for air conditioning becomes increasingly obsolete. It’s hard to imagine that just a handful of days ago I was standing outside the medina in Marrakech, feeing as though… [Read More]
The Sahara is like a dream; the warm sand slipping through my fingers, the gentle ripple of the sand dunes like slow moving red waves as the wind shapes and molds them; the low grunt of a camel languidly chewing in the distance and the slow rising golden sun illuminating the desert. Spending time in… [Read More]
Many of you have asked me about safety in Morocco and whether I have felt comfortable–particularly as a woman–venturing around this North African country. They are fair questions and admittedly questions I too was asking before I boarded my Royal Air Maroc flight. To address your questions; I’ve created this video and post!
The mosque I am standing in is delicate and intricate, beautiful and austere; it seems to contradict every negative opinion and emotion that shrouds Islam and Muslim culture. It is one of the world’s largest mosques, Hassan II, nestled on the Moroccan coast of Casablanca it is made out of marble, gold and materials… [Read More]
The birds chirping and the sounds of crickets are the only noises I hear, interrupted only by a lone passing car at this early morning hour. I am sitting with a breakfast of coffee and olives–an unusual mix that I am learning to love as it is apparently the norm here in Morocco. Although it… [Read More]