Carrying a Pause Home
It was one of those spring days, when nature blooms in full colors… where greens are lush, yellows are joyful, and whites are pure. The blue sky above made the whole scene so peaceful. We were walking around the Shoul…
Field notes
Every trip leaves something behind... A color, a sound, a person you'll never see again but won't forget. Field Notes is where I keep those. Not a travel blog in the usual sense. But stories and feelings of places I carry home.
Every Place Has a Feeling
Every year my friend who runs a travel agency (Houria Travel and events) plans a mystery trip. No one knows where we’re going or who else is coming until the journey has already started. This year took us through a…
This Is How We Started the Year
I have a thing for gift-giving. Every new event or celebration, I jump on the occasion to surprise people with a little token.. Something tangible, something people can hold and keep. Not a digital message, but a real letter. I have…
Marmalade
There was a time in my childhood when my mother made orange marmalade and the whole house smelled like citrus and sugar for days. We now buy sugar free jams sometimes, or avoid white sugar altogether.. so she doesn’t make…
The tajin
My mother made a special fish tajin sometimes, and somehow it always felt like an occasion.. even on an ordinary day. I’m not sure what made it feel that way. Maybe the smell filling the house. Maybe just knowing it…
