When a Smile Speaks a Thousand Words. In Morocco

When I told my British colleagues at work that I was going to Morocco all by myself they were concerned and tried to change my mind. You see, they feed their minds with fake news and fear, they choose to believe that love and kindness are not something we all practice. During my short, but the…

Slowing Down and Inhaling the Blues. In Morocco

9 am. The driver is here. They gave me a seat at the front. I am the only one travelling without a friend. So happy. Will be able to take pictures through the window. It’s so hot. Why isn’t he putting an air conditioner on? I am sweating. The driver says another 3 hours to…