Northern – Roadside figs up north
The best figs I’ve ever had came from a vendor by the side of the road heading north.. They display them in buckets.. It became a ritual.. Every summer, I have to had figs from the north, to this day……
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.
Neighbors
Every time our neighbor’s avocado tree gave fruits, he’d show up at the door with some for us. I don’t think I fully understand how privileged we are in front of that kind of generosity. A tree that gives, and…
9pm news
Pomegranates season has a ritual on its own.. Around the dinner table and while watching the 9pm news, we’d be opening the fruits and making sure each one got a piece. Someone always made sure everyone got a sweet seed,…
Cure – A recipe of care
Places are also moments in time. Childhood kitchens. Family tables. Summers that smelled a certain way. Those are places too.. Just measured in memory rather than coordinates. Places We Carry Inside. Every winter, when one of us had a sore…
Fear, Watercolor and What the Trail Taught Me
Art and travel vlog of my hiking trip to Ait Bouguemaz at the end of this post. I recently hiked through Aït Bouguemez (known as the Happy Valley) nestled in the Moroccan High Atlas Mountains. It wasn’t my first visit;…
