Posts Tagged: Berber

Blues For Baltinache

A landscape of salt and water: In Baltinache the clay and salt curdled Earth that surrounds a succession of six lagoons resemble miniature tectonic plates, cracked and fitting into each other in enzyme-substrate formation like nature’s own puzzle…

Blues For Baltinache

A landscape of salt and water: In Baltinache the clay and salt curdled Earth that surrounds a succession of six lagoons resemble miniature tectonic plates, cracked and fitting into each other in enzyme-substrate formation like nature’s own puzzle…

Marrakech is Magic

“As you set out for Ithaka, ask that the voyage is a long one…”
The journey to Marrakech by way of the desert took us 3 days. By the time we made it to Marrakech, the final leg of my “30 Becomes Her Tour” as I dubbed this year’s round of intercontinental gallivanting, we were undoubtedly rich in our knowledge of Morocco. The magic was all in the getting there…

Marrakech is Magic

“As you set out for Ithaka, ask that the voyage is a long one…”
The journey to Marrakech by way of the desert took us 3 days. By the time we made it to Marrakech, the final leg of my “30 Becomes Her Tour” as I dubbed this year’s round of intercontinental gallivanting, we were undoubtedly rich in our knowledge of Morocco. The magic was all in the getting there…

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.