Travel Diary

Places &
memories.

I travel to get lost on purpose. Here are the places that found me.

Seven Days in Marrakech

I planned a week and stayed three. The medina had no interest in my schedule, and I learned to have no interest in mine.

Cherry blossoms and quiet temples. Found a small café that served one thing only — and it was perfect.

Everyone warned me. Nobody warned me how beautiful it would be. The rain made the green unreal.

Rode Tram 28 three times just to feel it again. The city tasted like custard tarts and nostalgia.