Letters

It’s early in the morning just north of Rabat, and a little boy is standing on a pile of dirt, watching the high-speed train gun through the outskirts of his…

Do you believe in destiny? I don’t. Or, at least, I didn’t think I did when I was staring down at the green water below me and pondering the legend…

My nightmare of being stuck in a prison cell faded as I slowly woke up, revealing my cold, uncovered leg dangling off the side of my top bunk bed. Just…

Traveling around the world is one of my passions, but traveling through time is one of my dreams. I’ve dreamed of walking around Versailles at the time of Louis the…

Never once did I think that I’d be spending an evening riding around in a cab with a dead fish and a very live octopus in a plastic bag, but,…

The kid, no older than thirteen, dressed in torn jeans and a coat smeared with brown stains, stuck his nose in the brown sandwich bag and inhaled the glue fumes,…

Sitting at Café Central in the Petit Socco, the main square in the old Medina of Tangier, I take in my surroundings. I hear the familiar sounds, with Arabic, Spanish,…

I stuffed my bright orange two-hundred-fifty dollar Osprey backpack with clothes. In my one-hundred dollar Patagonia backpack, I stored my two-thousand dollar camera. My bags were heavy and the air…

As we walked down the streets of the Medina leading to the antique shop, I reminisced about the sweet days of my childhood. I followed a group of fellow students…

I often find that when I wander on my own, I can submerge myself into the culture of Morocco and can fully appreciate the beauty and people around me. Some…