This is your captain speaking. Thanks for stopping by. I look up plane tickets in my free time, but you probably guessed that much.
Fake love stories, makeup counter raids, a porta potty disaster and my first ever experience driving in a foreign country…. what more could you ask for?
Hot air ballon rides are kind of overrated, except for their landings, which should not be given the courtesy of a rating at all. Unless you’re into tree vandalism and whiplash, in which case, I would 10/10 recommend.
If the 10 kilos of oranges were an omen for what was to come, I should have known the rest of our stint in Morocco was going to be full of laughs and unexpected little adventures.
For those of you who keep up with my blog, you know that I got Global Entry back in March. For those of you who don’t, I got Global Entry back in March… and it’s rocked my world.
My identity today- this weird brand of obsessive traveler- came entirely at the expense of one decision in my past: college. And by expense, I'm talking lack thereof.
This post is going to be one of few words… because, well, hello- pictures!!
