Wednesday in Marrakech
From the air, you can start to appreciate you’re entering the desert. Instead of complex highways, concrete buildings, or large farms, there is miles and miles of glimmering dust, dirt, and sand.
Read MoreFrom the air, you can start to appreciate you’re entering the desert. Instead of complex highways, concrete buildings, or large farms, there is miles and miles of glimmering dust, dirt, and sand.
Read More(Written at the time) Watford, Hertferdshire, UK. I feel like I’m home. I’ve only been at the Manor for a few hours and I just feel right.
Read More(Written at the time) About Friday 5/17/13 in Paddington, London, UK. Actually got out of bed before 10 today! The free hostel breakfast was terrible. I was better off starving. Came back to lie down for a bit and passed out like a light. Made it out of the room at 1 and got to…
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Read More(Written at the time) About Thursday 5/16/13 in Paddington, London, UK. It was tough to get out of bed this morning… didn’t wake up till after 1 PM. The cleaning lady made such a racket! I couldn’t fall back asleep. Serves me right I guess.
Read More(Written at the time) Wednesday 11:51 PM GMT – Paddington, London, UK My world has entirely changed in a little over 18 hours. I’m currently on the top bunk of bunk bed in a room with 5 other people in it and one bathroom to spare. Cold water only and we are lucky to have…
Read More(Written at the time) Wednesday 4:36 am GMT 5/15/2013 – Somewhere over the Atlantic Day 1 of God only knows how many. I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of emotions at the moment, which is only fitting since I just finished watching Life of Pi for the second time. The strongest feeling at…
Read More(Written at the time) Milage: 660 Hours: 11:15 Yesterday we started out in Atlanta around 7 am. Mickey D’s for breakfast, leftover Tin Drum for lunch, and about 5 veggie rolls (hot dogs) cooked over the fire for dinner.
Read More(Written at the time) I’ve gotten so good at recognizing quality synthetic fabrics that I don’t look anymore. I sweep my hand across the rack at Goodwill, slowing down only once I’ve struck pay dirt and need to check for size.
Read MoreDo or do not. There is no try.