Connecting Across Cultures
Initially I was going to title this “Ripped Off In Morrocco: The Story They Don’t Tell You.” Perhaps it’d draw more clicks, but I didn’t like the negative connotation implied. Instead I opted for the above — inspired by an encounter that had me rapidly messaging my sis on a rail ride to Rabat one…
This is the final post covering my recent mini-Southwest road trip, which I’ve been blogging about in no particular order. It’s come full circle — so to speak — as I’m finishing up where it began: Las Vegas. But this post is about what happens outside Vegas! For me, that meant a trip to Seven…
Recently I found myself back in Germany, only two-hundred kilometers northwest of my birthplace (Mainz) in the city of DΓΌsseldorf, strolling along the Rhine River with my friend, Tracy. I’d first met Tracy at a German-language meet-up in Seattle over seven years earlier, before she moved back East, to Boston. These days Tracy’s been living…