The following is a journal entry from my early days in Spain, in late January 2006.

The trip in was not without incident, both positive and less-than-positive. More »

The following is a journal entry I wrote this past April, after a weeklong experience in Morocco.

Let’s get one thing straight… I’ve been to Africa.

It’s still a somewhat otherly thought, in that it’s an assertion I’d expect to hear it from another person, that person being someone other than me. My own connotations associated with Africa are not, at first thought, compatible with those of a place I’d willingly find myself. You know… the whole Heart of Darkness complex, savage jungles, barren planes, both filled with wild animals salivating at the thought of the next clueless tourist to come ambling by, ignorant to his/her impending doom up until the last instant when even the danger-stifling turn-head-shut-eyes-flail-arms-and-scream defense tactic is mere instants too late to validate its save-all reputation. That’s the Africa I had in my head. More »