The tortilla lady

There she was standing on her 2′ radius, rotating between the bowl of dough, the press machine, and the grill where she would finalize her work by putting all of the grilled tortillas in a basket covered with a white and green checkered napkin. She worked fast and pretended that nobody watched her. I watched…

For every YES a hundred NOS

Holidays are here at the same time that the end of the tax year is here, projects, and trips are here. It seems like there’s a lot going on, right? When I started my business about 7 years ago and set my career goals during a foggy time in my life I knew what I…

Finding my place

I’m not gonna lie and say I knew all the answers when I threw myself into the world. I had a million questions and endless curiosity. Blame my artistic side, or my foreign origin, my entrepreneur spirit, my independent  mind, my nonconformist ideas. Whatever it was or whatever it is, the need for questioning and…

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…

Designer’s world

It was a white night of snow-covered roads when only the orange glow of the light posts were alive. Snow flakes danced on my windshield creating an unplanned design of shapes and glare. I knew then, how beautiful the art of unplanned patterns could work in all places and spaces. During our first meeting I had warned them that I…

Breakfast with the dogs

Kevinhhhhh!!!! Dexterrrrr!!!! Screamed the neighbor to her two dogs, telling them it was time to come inside. Kevin and Dexter have been witnesses to my outdoor photography more than any human has been. Those two come close to their fenced yard and watch with curious eyes every move I make. All the food I bring…

Final destination

Through life we learn about what matters and what doesn’t. We grow, we make mistakes, learn some more, change, evolve, and learn more about our personal journey than we expected we would. Sometimes we will walk alone during our journey, we will stand alone, and we will take care of others alone. We might think that…

The hole in the wall.

Out in the country side there’s a little town where I often pass by. The two main streets meet each other at a stop sign where silence is always the main music in the air. No people on the sidewalks, a couple of pick-up trucks here and there and occasionally a police car watching the strangers…

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…

Soul traveling

I used to travel to see the world, now I travel to feel the world. I think there are three types of traveling: 1) Nature traveling, when we want to see this beautiful planet, beaches, animals, forests, mountains, etc. When we want to run with the river, dive in the ocean, sleep under the stars,…