The Moroccan Fashion Scene
There isn’t a lot to say about the Marrakech fashion scene, but holy shit is there a lot to show. The Kasbah is dotted with tiny little tailor’s shops, each of them producing something unique.…
Essaouira, Land of Many Vowels
Don’t get me wrong. We love Marrakech. But we don’t love everything about Marrakech. It feels like Morocco is on a ton of people’s bucket lists, and Marrakech is at the top of the bucket. It’s also easily accessible…
Fes
We hadn’t ventured outside Marrakech during the first part of our visit. Our friends (Bruce & Meredith + Fred & Liz) took a day trip with our host Siham to the desert, with a hike…
Rockin’ The Kasbah
Oh my, it feels good to be back out in the world. Three months in the US was too much. It was full, but other than our daughter Ruby’s wedding what it was full of…
Guanajuato: A Mass Of Igneous WTF
This is the second time we’ve transitioned out of the US. The first was when we started this folly and left for Oaxaca. Our response to that transition was roughly, “Holy shit, we’re really doing…
Tales Of The Quintana Roo
Our more worldly readers will know that our current location, Chetumal, is in the state of Quintana Roo, as is the rest of the Riviera Maya (Cancun, Cozumel, Tulum…). I love that the name sounds…
An Unprecedented Level Of Fuckery
One of the principles underlying this adventure is shopping. I don’t mean tourist shopping, for handicrafts and native artifacts. I mean shopping to feed ourselves, which is the activity that most ties us to local…
Vast In Scale
Mexico City has a lot going on visually, but not necessarily in the same way as Oaxaca. Oaxaca’s culture fells like it’s happening on the street and you just get to walk through it. CDMX,…
Big Box, Small Box
I found the retail landscape in Oaxaca confounding. At its core, my confusion was about the apparent mismatch between supply and demand. There were so many shops and so much merchandise, and so much of…
Christmas in Oaxaca
We’re not big Christmas fans. For my part, there’s the whole Jew thing. We never did Christmas when I was young, so I don’t have any childhood connection to its wonders. And Dorothy’s Christmas is…