Motorcycle Misadventures: Anxiety in the Alps

I never realized there could be a fear of feeling small, but as I was riding my light, barely-larger-than-a-moped, 1970s motorcycle through the towering, colossal Alp Mountain Range, my anxiety was rising. With each passing mile I was cursing myself for embarking on such an overwhelming feat; I was wishing I could have just been… Continue reading Motorcycle Misadventures: Anxiety in the Alps

When renting a car in Morocco, the juice is worth the squeeze

β€œI am sorry, the next train to Azemmour leaves tomorrow morning at 6am.”This was exactly the last thing we wanted to hear from Casablanca’s airport train ticket salesman. We had landed in Morocco a couple hours earlier, after making our way through customs and post-flight security checks, we found the office of our car rental… Continue reading When renting a car in Morocco, the juice is worth the squeeze