If the 10 kilos of oranges were an omen for what was to come, I should have known the rest of our stint in Morocco was going to be full of laughs and unexpected little adventures.
This is your captain speaking. Thanks for stopping by. I look up plane tickets in my free time, but you probably guessed that much.
If the 10 kilos of oranges were an omen for what was to come, I should have known the rest of our stint in Morocco was going to be full of laughs and unexpected little adventures.
For those of you who keep up with my blog, you know that I got Global Entry back in March. For those of you who don’t, I got Global Entry back in March… and it’s rocked my world.
My identity today- this weird brand of obsessive traveler- came entirely at the expense of one decision in my past: college. And by expense, I'm talking lack thereof.
This post is going to be one of few words… because, well, hello- pictures!!
What a whirlwind these past few months have been. These next few months seem to be shaping up the same way.
Our last day in Malta was such a unique one that it deserves its own post.