Wednesday ends up a series of happy accidents. We awake not later than normal and walk to the square to get fries to go, as a snack to eat on our way to a more proper breakfast. I want a green smoothie and a salad or something (or rather my…
We wake up early to buckets of rain pouring onto the skylight. In Belgium there is a saying: sa drache; it’s bucketing. We manage to leave the house at a more reasonable hour, and poke our heads into yet more police activity in the little square where …
Belgium has the oldest compulsory voting system in the world, and goes to great lengths to enforce it. Matthias received a ballot and voting instructions all the way in the States for the election that was held here on Sunday (we voted last week, and i…
Beinvenue à la maison doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Another one of those untranslatable things. There’s a massive canvas of the Brooklyn Bridge in our Brussels apartment. There are Burton and all manner of other snowboard/skateboard/surfing w…
Back-dating this to Saturday, October 21st, 2017, even though it’s June 6th, 2020 by the time I’m posting it So, full disclosure, I’m writing this post from 35K feet, more than two full years after it happened. I’m on my way to Asia for the…
Back-dating this to Saturday, October 21st, 2017, at the time of the train ride mentioned, even though it’s June 6th 2020, by the time I’m posting it Our journeys to and within Marrakesh are exceptionally sound. I should here take a brief m…
Back-dating this to its draft date, Friday, October 18th, 2017, even though it’s June 6th, 2020 by the time I’m posting it In 1492Some Jews painted Chefchaoen blue Spain for a while existed in relative religious harmony between Catholics, Moors, and Se…
Today we walked around the Medina in Fez, the old walled city. If you’ve never been in an old city, you need to imagine a place with not a square inch of public dirt or grass. The cobbled lanes have narrow low gutters on either side, and shops and door…
I hadn’t prepared myself for Morocco smelling like Africa, too—that sweet, earthy, dusty smell of sand, vegetation, and fires. As soon as I step off the plane, I take whole lungfuls of that sweet air, smiling as I saunter down the stairs of the gangway…
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