Slow Life

I’ve noticed that I have one speed … fast. I go and go and go and then I crash. It has been pretty nonstop since I got back from Morocco, settling back into work and regular life. I like working hard, and not in some asinine work hard play hard BS, I simply enjoy the […]

Morocco Days 10 & 11: Final Days

I am grateful for that flutter of a butterfly’s wing that set off the random chain of events that brought me here. It started with seeing a repost of Jo’s bohemian interior decor on someone else’s Instagram feed feed, following her for a year on social media, then deciding to take a leap of faith to go to Morocco with her.

Day 7: At Home in Marrakech

Today marked a change in my feeling about the souk. Places started to look familiar, I recognized faces and shops, and was able to find my way around. I knew to go left out of the riad, down the dark and scary alley, left at the trash heap, pass the musician, my favorite leather place is on the right, turn left at the rug dealer that ripped me off, right through the vegetable market, and there is the basket market.