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

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

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

A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love.

Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

There are things in our blood that are just naturally passed down to us, whether we want to recognize them or not.