It just tastes better.
And one time I accidentally ended up in Armenia.
Broken marshutka in Svaneti.
A year ago, I was here.
It’s amazing. A whole year. So much has changed (I’m a bit older, I’m now officially renting a flat, I’m in grad school), and I miss my friends (from all over), but I am so glad that I had the opportunity to hang out with some great people on the coast of Morocco.
You know a Botanical Garden is good when…it has its own Himalayan Section.
Tile pattern in Morocco. (On the King’s Palace door, actually. There are some really neat patterns there.)
En route to Freeport, Maine.
North coast of Morocco.
(From the Great Roadtrip of ‘11)
Goats under a bridge. It’s what happens in Eastern Turkey, I guess.
I’d like my house to be this color. If that’s okay with you. (Okay, even if it’s not.)
From Tangiers to Chaoen.
Oh, hi Marrakesh.
