I am a big fan of the quote ‘do something that scares you every day.’ I think it’s an easy way to inject a little adventure into your life. So, when my friends in Cadiz said we were going to jump off a bridge of course I had to follow. All I’d done that day […]Read more "If All Your Friends Jumped Off a Bridge…"
I don’t think I’ve quite come to terms with that fact that I’m leaving Morocco. I’m not heading directly back to the US so really it just feels like I’m taking a little holiday before going back to study more Arabic with Professor Driss. However it’s true, this little section of my life is over. […]Read more "Saying M’a Ssalama"
Somehow over the past four months I’ve become accustomed to some very odd aspects of daily life in Morocco that I never thought I would ever get used to. Here are the top three ‘only in Morocco’ things you should be prepared for if you ever choose to live/visit Morocco. 1. Grand taxis. I never […]Read more "Only in Morocco"
People say it’s hardest to be a tourist in your own city. You always put off that one attraction the rest of the world comes to see. Well, less than 30 minutes outside of Meknes is the small town of Moulay Idriss. Moulay Idriss happens to be the place at which Islam gained its first […]Read more "A Hike in a Holy Land"
If you read my previous post you already know that I love Lisbon. I had an amazing experience there and I’m going to attribute some of that to my accommodations. When I initially decided to go to Lisbon I was told by multiple friends, and friends of friends, to stay at the G-Spot Hostel. So […]Read more "Hostel Review – Oasis Backpackers Mansion, Lisbon"
Well there I was, in Lisbon on spring break with no plans and I found a little card for a surf school on the desk at my hostel. That card sat in my wallet for 5 days. Then, the night before my last day in Lisbon, I found that little card again while paying for […]Read more "And then I was a Surfer"
I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I went to Lisbon. I emerged from the underground metro into a small plaza. The sun was shining on a the pastel colored buildings and a group of b-boys were dancing for a crowd in front of a statue of some famous Portuguese guy (probably an […]Read more "In Love with Lisboa"