Simplicity and Happiness

Nothing is more sophisticated than simplicity. In a world where we are constantly bombarded by ideas that want to convince us to have more, to buy what we don’t need, to spend the money we don’t have, to insert one more social event in a schedule that craves family time, in a time when people…

It’s just a matter of time…

“You must be an artist?”, he asked me. Jeff and I had been in Marrakech for over a week then. We had walked those alleys, the open markets, hundreds of little shops, and many restaurants. We had eaten like kings, shopped like tourists, mingled with locals and learned a lot more about ourselves than we…

The cow’s head

Zara said “Bonjour” as soon as she saw us in the garden early that morning, she was smiling as always and we were excited with expectations of a fun cooking day ahead of us. Zara only spoke French to us and indicated that as soon as we were finished with breakfast, served on the terrace, we…

Suspended in plain air

Second day started after a twelve hour sleep. There was the repeated prayer echoing throughout the town, as early as the first sun rays. There were people talking and walking in the  garden next to our bedroom window. Sweet French sounds of words that rushed from the maids’ mouths.  We met the world again, first…

Here, now.

  He asked me about a year ago “Simony, what travel destination do you have on your bucket list?” I answered without any hesitation : Morocco!!! He smiled and said that’s mine too! We were both born to be travellers as much as people are born to be doctors, artists, teachers, or anything else. To…