Nostalgia
That picture up there. I remember everything about that picture. The way the warm cement felt on my body. The dry, thin air. The...
A trip to the Sahara
Far from the magical bustle of my home-away-from-home in the medina of Rabat lies a land that has a magic of its own. Here mountains made...
Side trip: Bogotá to Cartagena
The biggest surprise to me about Bogotá was the weather. The temperature here is warmer than it was when I left Portland, but much like...
Yo estoy en Bogotá. Yo estoy enferma.
Yesterday started with a 4:30a wake up and a 6:40a flight. 4 hours to Atlanta, 4 hours in the airport, and then 5 hours to Bogota. I...