If you’ve been following along on my blog lately, you’ll note one thing is obvious – I love Marrakech, Morocco! Known as the “red” city, the former Imperial City is swimming with a myriad of rich colors, warm people and culture. Here
I just got back to Madrid last night from a whirlwind weekend in Norway, and between the stunning beauty of the Fjords, Oslo’s seaside charm and the warmth of the people I really fell in love. Oh and also – I
Mohamad reaches for my hand and pulls me up over the large rock that blocks the path to the second waterfall on our grueling hike through the Atlas Mountains. This young man has guided us from the small town of Setti
When planning my recent trip to Marrakech, Morocco, I knew I wanted to get out of the city and take a day trip to the nearby Atlas Mountains. To safely and efficiently explore this region a guided tour seemed to be
With two soft knocks, the aged wooden door of Riad AnaYela creaks open. On this plain, dusty street in the heart of the Marrakech medina, it certainly doesn’t feel as if I’m about to enter one of the most luxurious Riads
Mohamed leads us through the winding streets of the Marrakech medina. We pass under a red archway and wander down a side street, stopping at a small wooden opening in one of the buildings. “This is Jack of All Trades,” Mohammed
The modest door of Riad Joya pushes open and my feet glide across the cool marble floor to the open-air courtyard. Smooth tan walls are flanked by travertine columns that beckon up to a clear night sky flooded by the brilliance
Fatiha’s strong hands press into mine as we knead the dough for Khobz, a white bread, to go with the chicken tangine and salads we are preparing for our meal. Her touch is firm and soft. It’s a mother’s touch,
You can’t sleep much closer to Africa than at La Residencia Tarifa. On the edge of the Spanish coastline, a stone’s throw from the southernmost point of Europe and Tarifa’s port with ferries bound to Africa, the upscale vacation apartments of
My family loves road trips. From California to Nebraska to Maine, summer vacations while I was growing up always meant hitting the road to explore the United States with my mom, dad, sister and brother. I’m grateful to my parents