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…

For the Lovers of Extraordinary. Greek Wander

Do you get stuck? I do. Trapped in an imaginary world of problems. Making failure plans and having nothing to look forward to. Misery can be so tiring. Why would anyone choose to feel that way? Then the imaginary happens and you snap out of it. I hope you do. Travel pictures always bring light…