After two months of studying Portuguese, I can’t help but wonder how different my trip to Portugal would have been if I knew the language… or even if I knew the little I know now.
Anywhere’s better than home when you’re not hungry, man. But leave and the only thing you want is home cooking. I haven’t been satisfied since 1987.
Roswell
The Alhambra, Granada, Spain.
I went to see it at night and it was even creepier in person.
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The view from my hotel room right now.
The image is untouched. No instagram, no photoshop.
“¿Quién te trajo?”
The day I took this picture, I was wondering the souks of Marrakesh at 2am with my friend (the guy in the foreground of the picture) and a DSLR. Luckily, we were hanging out with a local named Ahmed that seemed to know every single person we encountered. He was a quite interesting and we bonded over the fact that were both surprised that other spoke the Spanish language. When I asked how he learned it he told me a labyrinthine tale involving drugs, deportation and doing time in a Columbian prison. We stopped at a food stand and people kept saying something to us. Over and over they repeated the phrase, but since neither of us spoke Dirija, we had no idea how to respond. I asked Ahmed what they were saying. He thought for a second and said:
“¿Quién te trajo?”
or
“Who brought you here?”
I guess we stood out.
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Chefchaouen is a gorgeous mountain city in northeastern Morocco. It’s no wonder that tourists flock here — this humble town is the embodiment of almost every Moroccan cliché. The picturesque medina, set against the dramatic backdrop of the Rif Mountains, is filled with white-washed homes with distinctive, powder-blue accents, and the call to prayer rings out of several mosques around the town in chorus. If you’ve got a few days to relax from the rigors of travel, this is a good place to do it.
Chefchaouen! One of the coolest places I’ve ever been to.
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