The telecommunication satellietes in Fes, Morocco face east just like the country’s faithful during their daily prayers. Continue reading
Feria de Abril de Sevilla: May 8, 2011
Just for me, I thought as I read the Feria de Abril de Sevilla‘s last day was May 8, coinciding with my birthday. I was convinced that Feria would be a week of festivities, with locals being unusually warm and inviting, and an endless fountain of rebujitos destined to make those curvy, polkadot flamenco dresses undulate under the Andalusian sun more than usual. Continue reading
From Above Red Rock Canyon, Nevada
We landed in Las Vegas at around 11pm and headed straight for the Mojave Desert. We had no time or desire to hit the strip, which was, by that hour, already a zoo of vacationing revelers, sleazy locals, and escort pimps. Continue reading
Lost in Foster Falls
We drove nine hours to Chattanooga for a weekend of climbing. Winter would have it another way, giving us snow and overcast skies instead of the chilly, yet sunny weather we were hoping for. Continue reading
Shadows and Transience
The shadow of the Real Alcazár de Sevilla‘s battlement crept along the cobblestones as the earth slowly turned its back to the sun. A child’s laugh echoed from somewhere in the labyrinth of the Barrio de Santa Cruz, the usually-bustling old Jewish quarter. Continue reading
Looking Beyond the Mosque’s Doors
I was barred from entering the al-Karaouine mosque in Fez, Morocco. My minder said it would be a bad idea to take a stroll inside. Continue reading
An Afternoon at Lake Eola
I sat under a cypress tree along the bank of Lake Eola, thinking about my strange connection with this place. The early evening sun ignited the sky with its amber brilliance. Continue reading
