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A BRIEF intermission: Month Five & “You need to have the funk to have the fun”

“You need to have the funk to have the fun.” — Anthony Never were truer words written to me via Skype. Two days ago, I was messaging Anthony, one of the most amazing people I have had the fortune to meet on this Adventure of mine. We talked about life, I caught him up onContinue reading “A BRIEF intermission: Month Five & “You need to have the funk to have the fun””

Benidorm – the most British part of Spain

Benidorm. A city with towering hotels stacked 60 floors high above the multi-colored umbrellas lining the beaches which are packed with people. If you are familiar with Benidorm at all, then you know it is a British hotspot. Fish and chip restaurants next to fish and chips restaurants, lobster-red people roam the sidewalks, white sandsContinue reading “Benidorm – the most British part of Spain”

SHA Wellness Clinic & #blogtripf1

I was so happy to leave Morocco. Partly because being there was exhausting as a single female traveler, but mostly because I was headed to the Land of Valencia for #blogtripf1, a gathering of travel bloggers invited by Land of Valencia’s tourism department to see the sites and witness the sheer beauty of the region.Continue reading “SHA Wellness Clinic & #blogtripf1”

How to barter like a pro

I’ve spent some time now in Morocco and Turkey, two places where the prices you see/hear are merely suggestions. If you are feeling unadventurous, go ahead and pay the ridiculously inflated prices. But, the only way to get the good deals on the scarves, shoes, pants, carpets, lanterns, etc., etc.,  is to talk talk talkContinue reading “How to barter like a pro”

Thoughts from a Riad

An excerpt from the Journal of D: 22/6/10, Tuesday, 9:00 p.m. I keep losing track of what day it is. San Ambrosio was hardly a month ago, and yet it seems like an eternity. I’m sitting tonight on Riad Medina Azahara’s rooftop terrace in Marrekesh, listening to Moroccan music, mixed with the music of snakeContinue reading “Thoughts from a Riad”

One-thousand welcomes

I had been warned ahead of time, ignore people on the streets in Morocco. They will talk to you, befriend you, then demand money when you go your separate ways. Oh yeah, I was going into Morocco armed with so much knowledge about what to do, how to act, what to wear (cover your body,Continue reading “One-thousand welcomes”

Affairs of the something or other

The cluster of red flowers lay wilted on the table next to the bed, a silent testament to the evening that was. I rolled over, looking at the flowers for a moment, just thinking. Then, Peter came back into the room and crawled back into bed with me, wrapping his arms around me. I didn’tContinue reading “Affairs of the something or other”