Marrakesh, a Visual Tour with Haiku Anecdotes and Explanatory Footnotes
Since my last post was so long-winded, I figured I’d go in the opposite direction with this one… At the end of March I met my dear grandparents down in Marrakesh1 We had orange juice for breakfast every morning It was delicious2 Lunch at a cafĂ© recommended by my friend and very purple3 They both exited into sunlight, their figures dark against the door4 Heat in the main square radiated off a man in red, who strode on5 We walked through the souks dark with shadows but light in the eyes of merchants6 The streets are filled...
read more ->Chaplin and bee tea and Klimt, oh my!
Another tardy blog post, eh? I kicked off 2012 in style. Whoops, did I say “in style”? I meant “in bed”. Horrible illness notwithstanding,1 I managed to spend a little time with family and friends in London before hopping on a plane back to Tangier. Early January in Tangier was exciting, and not just because of the delightful weather. Not one, but two friends, Christopher2 and Erin,3 joined me in Morocco for the final week of my vacation. If I described our activities in detail, I would be sitting here on my couch,...
read more ->Morocco, Weeks Seventeen Through Twenty-One
My last month was remarkably uneventful and, at times, crushingly boring. Work, work, and then–for good measure–some more work. The weather here has been gorgeous (sunny and warm nearly every day) but sometimes I go several days at a time without feeling the sun on my face for more than five minutes. I arrive at work just after sunrise, and often leave after dark. Go home, eat, fall asleep. Repeat. Haven’t written. Haven’t drawn. Haven’t picked up my mandolin. My camera has been sitting in a desk drawer for three...
read more ->Morocco, Weeks Fifteen and Sixteen
I’m combining weeks fifteen and sixteen into one post because the former was action-packed and full of new experiences, while the latter was uneventful and full of work. Any week that begins with Halloween is destined to go well.1 Sadly, Halloween is not a widely celebrated holiday in Morocco. Luckily for me, I work at an international school, which means I can go to work in costume and receive admiration and smiles instead of funny looks. So at precisely 7:30am, I was sitting in the library in a reasonably convincing gypsy costume,...
read more ->Morocco, Week Fourteen
Week fourteen began with Austrians and ended with Germans. I had two delightful Austrian house guests, Sabine and Hans-Peter, who kept me entertained on Monday and Tuesday. Both of them had quit their jobs, bought motorcycles, and embarked on an around-the-world journey. (They took crash courses in motorcycle repair before leaving.) Next up: traveling down the western coast of Africa. Their trip ends, I suppose, when they get tired of traveling and move on to the next thing in their lives. We ate delectable Moroccan food, played with Loki, and...
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