We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.

This thing I am feeling, I’m almost certain, is the closest I’ll ever come to standing somewhere in between truth and reconciliation.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

For some, excavating the past isn’t an adventure, it’s more akin to tearing a Band-Aid off an open wound.

To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy