The call to prayer echoed through Fez’s donkey dung-smelling alleys and towards the nearby hills. Booming as it was, the noise from the tumultuous crowd of campaigners (election in Morocco was to take place in a few days) three levels below was still very audible. We were on the rooftop of a dar we hired…
el salvador
Fond Farewell To Pre-School Nomadism
33 countries under her teeny crocheted belt. Some people think that, for her age, it ain’t nothing but a number. Sure, she can’t remember all the country names (and never correctly pronounced most of them). She can’t remember the tens of airports she passed through (though the memory lingers briefly for she’s got a photographic…
That Three-Month North-Central America Trip: Hotels And Hostels
From (the mythical) 1,000 thread count sheets, to threadbare linen. From fancy wardrobes to floordrobes. From luxurious bathroom toiletries to cheap shampoo in sachets. From fantastic brekkie buffets to no brekkie at all. During our three-month, north to central America trip, we saw polar opposites of the tourism spectrum through the motley bunch of accommodations…
2014 Thus Far: The Third Quarter
Our North-Central America journey is coming to a close. I’ve been hosting a polyglot of emotions the past days, and the hubby will prolly point out that it’s simply because the dawn of that monthly thingy is approaching. But really, the countdown to leaving Nicaragua — or the region in general — is slowly ripping…
