You never really realize just how small Europe is until you find yourself in a whole other country, with its own language and culture, after a train…… Read more “Travel Hacks for those with the Wanderlust Bug”
Author: Kristin
Business Immigration Paralegal by day, aspiring writer/poet/lyricist by night. This blog is the diary of my life, the ups and downs, from soaring highs to shattering lows. Welcome to my life, it's a bumpy read.
Never Pay Full Price – How to Haggle in Morocco
Rule number one of shopping in the Souks? Haggle, haggle, and then haggle some more.
Morocco (Part 2) – The Bazaar
Traveling alone, I found myself very suspicious of the people around me, nervous of any pickpockets who might attempt to steal my cash and identity. My hostel was situated just outside of the city center, in what must have been a residential area, as there were no shops to be found, and very little foot traffic. My antennae went up, the heckles on my neck raised.
About Hostels in Morocco
Kammy Hostel is centrally located right outside of the labrynth of bazaars and souks. There are no doors to the rooms, and no lockers. However, there is a nice sense of community that convincingly reassures travelers that their belongings are safe. Regardless, distrustful as I am, I did end up hiding my most important valuables (passport, plane tickets, etc) underneath my mattress.
Morocco Travel and Packing Guide
If you are planning on flying to Morocco once coronavirus travel restrictions are lifted, then this guide will help you to have the flexibility that Morocco demands while also being prepared for any and every eventuality…
Morocco (Part 1) – Arrival
My trip to Morocco was one of the most incredible experiences of my life – never before had I embraced such spontaneity and (dare I say) reckless abandon in my entire life, and never had I felt more alive. I never want to forget the desert, the spices, the people, the magic…
Wild Child of the Wind
There’s a castle in the sky, floating on clouds, A crystal tower where only dreamers are allowed, Looking out the window, I can see its spires, Set…… Read more “Wild Child of the Wind”
The Start of an Age
Deafening cheers, Exploding champagne, Not just another year, Another decade. Welcome to the Twenties, Roaring like thunder, Bright as lightning, Sparkling with wonder. Last decade I grew,…… Read more “The Start of an Age”
Don’t You
To Cole Phone in my hand, lying on the floor, Sobbing in rage, fury in my core. To your credit, you’re one smooth-talker, Well-coiffed but one snake…… Read more “Don’t You”
Depression is a Four-Letter Word
I recently moved to France in what has easily become the greatest, most frustrating, and often maddening move of my life. There are days when I feel…… Read more “Depression is a Four-Letter Word”
Life of Busy Nothings 